When a hand is in need, It stretches out, It stretches up, Empty. The hand is like a prayer, Full of desperation, Full of need, Waiting. Till another appears, Equally empty-handed, But enough To grab onto. It is not strength That pulls up the other. It is the heart That matters. As these helping hands [...]
Tag: Prayer
Why I Pray
I pray not because I don't believe in myself. I pray because I know my limits. I pray not because I am a bubble of hope. I pray because I am uncomfortably practical. I pray not because I don't have friends. I pray because I know only humans. I pray not because I am afraid. [...]
An Author You'll Remember 