Will my hands escape this world without a chance?
To be tucked gently inside of yours
To be embraced when we greet, as we try to let go
To reach up gently around your neck as you whisper something in my ear
To caress your face as I kiss your worried forehead
To rest upon your chest, right there, just right as I lay by your side
To squeeze your hand before your good moments, after too
To be tucked faithfully inside of yours in prayers for our children and future
Until then, they are waiting, attached an arm’s-length from my heart
Holding the pulse of hope and dreams of love for unknown you.
Two Handful’s of Hope, Written by Leah Davis, One Snowy Sunday Morning 2014.