Hand to Hold Standing alone I turn my eyes to the expanse of sky. The moon, waxing almost full illuminates the night as day. Without a hand to hold I stand silent, watching, still. Not another human within reach No one near to touch or hear me. And yet, I am at peace. Not lonely, not afraid. I feel Your arms surrounding me Your love reaches and fills my heart. You hear my unspoken words You know my silent wishes. You, in ways I do not understand, provide the peace. You are the hand I hold.

~~Erin Metcalf~~ © 1997