Our hands are extensions of the heart.
They touch and heal, love and hate, lift up and break down.
I had a dream about arriving at someone's home to give them a treatment.
Outside their home, I bowed down, prostrated myself on my belly.
This inspired me to write, "Massage-The Touch of Divinity.
" "See! I will not forget you...
I have carved you on the palm of My hand.
" (Isaiah 49:15) HANDS Heaven, cloudy, clear horizon.
Hands holding our heads and hearts, Hands that show caring, healing, Life and love.
Communication from your heart Tells how you feel.
Listen.
"The Touch Speaks.
" As the eyes can see, so can the hands.
The hands of God become The instruments of His Will.
MASSAGE-THE TOUCH OF DIVINITY I get to touch God every day.
In Her myriad faces and forms.
In Her glorious beauty and joy.
In Her dark secrets and hidden motives.
I get to stroke God everyday.
In His mighty power and will.
In His ability to be perfect and Always on time.
I get to touch God everyday.
In His divine order in chaos.
In the hands of a small child.
In the withered hands of a wizened elder, Who knows how to go with the flow, And accept what's happening As the way it should be.
I get to touch God every day And wonder.
Wonder what comes next? Imagine truth and beauty As the answer to all problems.
I bow down to thee, to embrace the honor of union.
Touching God in the tiniest seed, The most brilliant mind, The sweet tender love of a child.
©2009 Merry C.
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