Traveled On Carpets Of Tome.
Traveled On Carpets Of Time.
Older now, wiser.
More gentle than ever before.
My hands have become my gift to you.
More magical because of touch.
Touch that reaches deeper
Than crystals of sand,
Buried beneath
Ice-blue droplets of seawater.
Hands that have touched whispers of death.
And cradled newness of birth.
Hands that belong to each other,
Travel on carpets of time.
Each experiencing joy and sorrows of life
Still willing to reach out,
Risking knowing you
Deeper than ever before.
Steve Muras
Older now, wiser.
More gentle than ever before.
My hands have become my gift to you.
More magical because of touch.
Touch that reaches deeper
Than crystals of sand,
Buried beneath
Ice-blue droplets of seawater.
Hands that have touched whispers of death.
And cradled newness of birth.
Hands that belong to each other,
Travel on carpets of time.
Each experiencing joy and sorrows of life
Still willing to reach out,
Risking knowing you
Deeper than ever before.
Steve Muras
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