Knot

The Knot of Hands

Hands tell a tale, even in

fractured lives, in

crowded places where a

hand helps, in the

silent bed where a

hand slips over hip

seeking fingers, in the

tight knot of

life lived in all its

knotty impossibility.

 

(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit.)

 

 

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  • holdenandcamille  On July 13, 2019 at 12:47 am

    How wonderful! And so full of truth — Holding his hand, or feeling his touch, has given me so much comfort in times of grief or hurt. Thank you for this! ~C

    • fridayam  On July 13, 2019 at 5:44 pm

      I am so pleased you liked it and thank you for the lovely comments 🙂 x

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