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Hand to Hold

Standing alone I turn my eyes

to the expanse of sky.

The moon, waxing almost full

illuminates the night as day.

Without a hand to hold I stand

silent, watching, still.

Not another human within reach

No one near to touch or hear me.

And yet, I am at peace.

Not lonely, not afraid.

I feel Your arms surrounding me

Your love reaches and fills my heart.

You hear my unspoken words

You know my silent wishes.

You, in ways I do not understand,

provide the peace.

You are the hand I hold.

~~Erin Metcalf~~
© 1997

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