Today is Job Action Day and I have been thinking about all the different types of jobs people do and pursue. In our own distinct style and manner, we each get to share our many gifts, talents and abilities in a myriad of ways to serve others. I have also been thinking that we get to do these many jobs using our hands, our head and even our heart, if we so choose. Just the other day, I received the loveliest poem about hands. In this poem, perhaps you will recognize yourself, your co-worker, your mother, or your friend. The poem brought a smile to my face and tears to my eyes. It is written by our eldest daughter -- some of you may know her...
These Hands
These hands are of a woman
show certain signs of age
of wisdom past a child
as time has turned the page.
These hands have felt the earth
and toiled in the sand
covered by ocean tide
touched sunrise in another land.
These hands have sewn seeds of change
through service and care
these hands have held passports to the future
coming, going, here and there.
These hands are strong yet soft
show assertion but can be meek
take mine and I'll be strong
I'll need yours when I am weak.
These hands have praised His name
and slammed when frustrations ran high
they have welcomed in old friends
and waved to a passerby.
These hands have wiped tears of joy and heartache
held sides in fits of laughter
have been worked to the bone
then spa treated after.
These hands have clapped for family
cheered on friends and
shook with perfect strangers
they have touched smooth silk, course palms
brushed with ecstasy and flirted with danger.
These hands were made with purpose
a unique design indeed
to create, produce and celebrate the beauty
that is individually me.
These hands are of a woman
while only two and slight
they know only of possibilities
dead ends nowhere in sight.
These hands are of a woman
for what there is to come
she designs a landscape of her own
limitations there are none.
These hands are of a woman
set the world free
take your hands Oh Woman
take them and dare to be...
written by Sarah R. Sucher, 9/17/09
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