February 29, 2012

Gentle Hands

This is dedicated to my mother. She is a small woman, standing just 5'3". But her soul is large and her heart enormous! I sometimes wonder how it all fits into her cute little body! :) She often lives in the shadow of my father who is tall, handsome, wise, and receives much attention. Deservedly so, he is a great person. But, so is my mother, who often serves quietly, diligently, and tirelessly behind the scenes. I once heard someone say that God will just look at our hands and be able to tell the kind of person we are. My mother will go to heaven with beautifully worn out hands! She'll have scars from needle pokes and pricks as she mends torn clothes and sews brand new ones. She'll surely have flour and dough stuck to her fingers from all the homemade bread and rolls she bakes. Her hands will be worn from the many years of serving others; cleaning, working, washing, fixing. Mostly they will be soft, warm hands from all the love and giving. 




Gentle Hands
By: Kristen Rhead Sweeney

Gentle hands always Serving
Working, Weeding, Sewing, Stirring
Never shouting words of fame
No awards, applause, acclaim
But still Serving, Loving, Working...
Just the same


Gentle hands always Giving
Mending, Kneading, Helping, Healing
Never shouting words of fame
No awards, applause, acclaim
But still Playing, Sharing, Feeling...
Just the same


5 comments:

  1. Love your poem, Kirsten! Nice post. :)

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  2. goofed ~ meant Kristen!!! sorry!! didn't notice it until it posted. Sigh...

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  3. So good! One thing me Hill and Kate have always loved about grandma is her beautiful hands!:)

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  4. What a beautiful tribute to your mom and what a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing this. Inspirational! Gail (BibleLoveNotes.com)

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