A FATHERS HANDS

Though it is still dark out, he moves about as everyone is still in dreamland.

He kisses each a farewell on his way to go and provide for his family, to do what he can.

The day passes with stress, hustle, more and more work to get done; he’s used to this though, and happy to have a way to take care of everyone.

Before he knows it he looks up and the day has turned dark once more.

He’s home now, and happy to be at his family's core.

He stands at the wash basin staring at his hands of ache.

His hands of calluses, cuts and nicks.

His hands of honor; then he goes and sits.

He holds the hands of his family in prayer over their family meal and is grateful for that pain.

He feels blessed to be where he is, he works hard and is happy the good Lord has helped him maintain...

ARay