My hands

My hands

A poem by Madelyn Kingan

I stand two hands facing forwards

facing the truth

facing my hands

Course from the roughness of life

Weathered by wind 

and rain

And 

They have lifted

Pulled

Shaped and designed

My hands speak for themselves

They want nothing but to be of service

To pull others up from the ground and dust them off

In their strength they have carried my burdens

In life the ones to heavy

The ones that want to pull me down

They are Holding on

They are Holding on

I repeat they are Holding on

My hands have come together for prayer 

In times of hardship

Times of rejoicing

Times

They speak for themselves 

They are resilient

They are still my hands