Two Handful’s of Hope

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.

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