Handprints

The last several posts have been on "Pieces of Heaven" and "Bit of Magic" along with encouragement to find or look for the heaven and magic in your every day world.  Sometimes it feels like a set of  binoculars is needed to find that magic depending on the circumstance of  the day.  A perfect illustration is the photo below for a little humor.   I hope that binoculars weren't needed to find some magic this past week.... rather, that it was right in front of you in delightful discovery to lift up your day.

....looking  for the magic!

I became aware of how hands speak in pictures that were spontaneous and not posed.  Hands are expressive!  Hands can tell a story within a photograph when they become the focus.  In particular, children and their hands lead us to enjoy a fresh new world where heaven and magic are found in everyday surroundings.  Children find it quicker than we adults since they have not yet become jaded with the imperfections existing within the framework of life.  A child's hands are innocent, true and trusting and they are intrigued with the simple, which exists around them.  A weed, a flower, an animal, even dirt is a fascination.  The following slide show is meant to take you to that place of delight with the hands of a child and the hands of those in his family who love, nurture and protect.  It is entitled "Handprints in the Heart".  You can also view at:  http://www.photoshow.com/watch/uI2mr7bJ

The following poem helps to tell the story of  the above photo slide.  Tiny hands that explore in the wonder of discovery become grown-up hands that explore in the wonder of personal destiny. 

Tiny Handprints
Author Unknown
Tiny handprints grow so fast

Their awkward groping soon will clasp
A ball, a book, a sweetheart’s hand
A diploma, briefcase, a wedding band

Tiny handprints grow so strong
It doesn’t take them very long
To snap a shirt, to paint, to draw
To work hard, to drive a car

Tiny handprints grow to be
A person that is quite unique
A wonderful mix of so many things
With his own feelings, thoughts and dreams

Tiny handprints grow to rely
On his family to bring him up just right
His parents pray that when he’s grown
He’ll say their job has been well done

Tiny handprints are ours to love
The sweetest gift from God above
A miracle that never is surpassed
How sad they grow up way to fast.

Until next Monday,  I close this post with a stanza from "Moon Music" by Lanny Sherwin, which is the song on the slideshow.  No matter what our age is, we are never too old for a comforting lullaby.

Hush… can you hear it  --   Hush… listen close

There’s a melody drifting down sweet and low

It’s coming from the twilight sky.....  It’s coming from the moon

Playing lovely lullabies just for you