HAND
A hand is a marvelous instrument, gift from God, Complex beyond belief and function. The hand can wield a scalpel with precision to heal, Then in turn swing a sledge hammer crushingly so. Fingers dance and prance over a keyboard creatively, Words and notes spring forth, treatises and symphonies. We construct mighty bridges and delicate tapestries, The mailed fist, or the helping hand, obverse of the same. Large and small, delicate and knurled, soft and scared, Often little thought of till... Sign in to see full entry.