Hand print
Today I found a hand print upon the asphalt on which I walked,
I couldn’t help but wonder about the hand that marked it.
Was it the hand of a growing teen about to discover what life was about?
Or was it from a child whose eyes held nothing but innocence and joy?
As I walked I began to think about what was left there at my feet,
Such a small simple thing too many and often over looked.
Though this hand print stayed with me as I crawled into bed that night,
There was something about the way it stood out in the dark.
Within my subconscious this hand print again appeared like a beacon within a dream,
Though within my dream it held a simple word within its palm. “Trust”
Such a pimple word placed in the palm and held by such a simple little hand,
Yet what a big meaning to put your life in someone else’s hands.
Within the dream I stood there to ponder what this could have meant,
Trust wasn’t something that was easily given from one who had been so wronged.
As I pondered what this hand was trying to tell me I walked upon another,
And placed within its palm was another word much like the first. “Love”
Again my mind began to tell me, love was another emotion so hard to give,
Yet there on the asphalt was love placed in the palm of someone else’s hand.
I began to see a pattern in the hands at my feet, though small and simple,
They were strong and placed were they could not be ignored.
For once I was beginning to understand what they were trying to tell me,
I woke that morning with those two words in the front of my mind.
Though as I began my day there was a man on the side of the street,
As I walked past he handed me a slip of paper with yet another hand print.
It was a paper for a child’s cause; yet within the center held the word “Life”
Immediately I was brought back to my dream from the previous night.
Could I possible learn to trust enough to put my life and love in another’s hands?
Was it a coincidence that I found that hand upon the asphalt that night?
Though within a few hours I hadn’t just seen those three hand prints,
I had one imprinted upon my heart unknowingly as I walked home that night.
If somehow by an act of coincidence or mealy just by accident that I walk past,
That small little hand print will always be with me as my days slowly move on.
~Hand print~
2-9-09
By: Lacie Smuder (aka wings)
