Hands

Hands that are warm
Hands that are strong
Hands that hold me
The whole night long.

Hands that touch sweetly
Hands that can feel
Hands that are searching
Hands that know what is real

Hands that lift up
Hands that gently let go
Hands that are tender
Mercifully so.

Hands that caress
Hands that hold tight
Hands always loving
In the pale moonlight

Hands of a woman
Hands of a man
We’ll hold them together
For as long as we can.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

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Safe Harbor

safe harbor

The windows were open
That cool breezy evening
The fresh air filled the room
Spreading the peace with it.

You touched my hand gently
your fingers crept up my arm
and then my neck
Touching me with the love
I’d hoped for all my life.

Leaning into each other
I could feel your breath in my hair
Your warmth countered the coolness of the breeze
I was safe, finally
Harbored in your arms
Nothing and no one could hurt me again.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Google Images

Morning Gratitude

Sipping coffee
At the kitchen table
in the silence of a morning
Washed clean by the rain
Shining under the breaking sun

I count my blessing
One by one
They are the gifts given to me
The gifts that have come from

Joy
Love
Hope
Dreams
Wonder

And also from
Pain
Sorrow
Mistakes
Lessons

From all, come blessings
From all, I have learned
From all, I have become
Richer
Fuller
Wiser
More gentle

Just gratitude now
That I am where I am
With the people I am with

Let the mystery continue to unfold
Let it flow around me
And through me.

Thankfully.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen