To the Little Hands

The day was left to other things

And I was left to find my way

The little feet made many steps

And feet became some miles that day.

 

I knew that things were not quite well

So I was on my gaurd to save

And traveling with my small hands

I did my best so I’d behave.

 

The bigger hands were shaky then

And mine were just so small

I knew that life would be quite long

And feared how I would fall.

 

I wished that I was big and strong

That I might make the shaking halt

But earth and sky and demons roared

And shaking I could feel the fault.

 

Oh little children hear my voice

The answers aren’t inside

Seek a giant in the hills

And stay right by his side.

 

Do not think that you will know

Do not think that you will find

Seek a giant in the hills

To save your heart and mind.

8 thoughts on “To the Little Hands

  1. So wise of you to instruct us to each find “a giant in the hills.” Indeed, we dare not do otherwise when venturing out in today’s shadowed valleys.

    “I look to the hills from whence cometh my help….” Sound familiar?

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