Every pair of hands tells a story, and we shouldn’t be daunted to tell ours. The creases in your palm tell of hours spent with hands curled, clutching, holding. The calluses on your fingertips declare perseverance. The markings and scars have tales of their own to share, about mistakes covered by new life. At the end of it all, I desire to have hands worn and injured and mended—if they were to tell a story, I want it to be one of an unrelenting pursuit to respond. Outstretched, abandoned hands are the ones God uses to bring heaven to earth.
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this is just lovely.
oh this is lovely. and exactly along the lines of my recent thoughts. when i play music i watch other's hands a lot, and then i've really started studying them, even non-musician friend's. they tell such a story.
thanks so much.
yes! exactly my thoughts too. my favorite hands to watch are those of piano players, because their hands move so gracefully across the keys.
Your passion about hands is so beautiful!
I have also a passion not hands but I have it with eyes.
But your right piano hands are one of the most beautiful hands.
Also the hands of an artist. All the free paint on hands.
Beautiful post
Good vibes,
Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I too love eyes. :)
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