What are hand besides the fingers connected to a palm,

They are the crux in which all relationships are born,

A connection to life where all love is formed,

They can heal the heart, or shatter it like a raging storm,

Their tenderness can mend the broken pieces of a soul,

Or their indifference can make you feel less than whole,

What is the relationship of hands

It’s the feeling that only touch can understand,

Whatever we touch is where true religion starts,

It’s a timeless gift that forever imparts,

Wisdom of life that is a true work of art,

It can touch the soul and heal a heart,

A link between the world at our fingertips,

A spark between two that keep life lit,

The act that connects us to all that is,

The fleeting feelings that we tend to always miss,

The touch of snow, the gentleness of a kiss,

The connection of nature that is the embodiment of bliss,

The link that binds us to the secrets of life,

That often misses when we’re stuck in our mind,

The soothing wind that passes us by,

The touch of life that allows our spirit’s to fly,

The warmth of surfaces where the sun doth shine,

The life we absorb in the shadows under moonlit skies,

The wisdom concealed from the ancients and wise,

Every touch is a hello that never says goodbye,

Entwined forever in the echoes of time,

The touch of a cat that’s both smooth and delicate,

The essence of a dog that’s pregnant with affection,

The touch of the earth that’s an unbreakable connection,

The coolness of a stone that remains a reflection,

For everything we touch is an exchange of energy,

The pulse of existence that’s etched in our memory,

From the touch of grass, to the bird on a wing,

In the melodies of every song that they sing,

The bonds we create that makes us rethink,

Our interactions with life that lies in the palms of our hands,

That carry us through the trials of hell it withstands,

The love of a touch that never demands,

Anything at all as it continuously expands,

The winds of time in the essence of plants,

In the infinite relationships of hands,

That when we fall helps us to stand,

In the touch of love in all that is,

Created from above from absolute bliss,

The tender affection in the simplicity of a kiss,

As the hands caress love through the beauty under the skin,

What is the importance of hands in a relationship,

But the companionship of all that is,

That can drag you to hell or raise you to the sky,

Brought to life by the creator of the most high,

As we wonder how it comes in a never ending supply,

From the heights of heavens to the depths of moonlit skies,

All that hides in open disguise,

Reveals itself in the riddle of the wise,

The touch of the hands are the corner stone of life,

Where hate divides but love continues to thrive,

For every touch that we know is fully alive,

With this I come to an end while I hope you realize,

That touch is a gift that doesn’t survive but instills the heart with the miracle of life!!

—ŤerryŞalmon—