Her Hands

Her hands are meant for work—

kneading biscuits,
preparing garden vegetables,
washing pots and pans,
stitching mission babies,
sewing baby blankets,
baking and icing cakes,
sewing satin pillowcases,
crocheting caps or potholders,
pouring steamy strawberry jam
in piping-hot Ball jars on counters.

She awakens with dreams for doing in the early morning.
At night she rests in slumber with dreams of what was done.

Her hands hold a purposeful plan from sunrise to sunset.
Yet, she always has time for one important thing—praying.
That is the filler, she claims, for connecting all the hours
to one very important thing—goodness—a place where
she likes to linger a lil’ longer, a place she likes to stay.
Her tasks are mighty; they rise like warm, streaming rays.

Stay near her. You will see those busy hands pause.
You will see a smile accenting irreplaceable peace;
it is as if she just received flowers from an old friend.
Stay near her. You will hear her whispers—Amen. Amen.

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3 comments

  1. Reminds me of the following verses in Proverbs 31 Jan. Enjoyed the read.

    10 Who can find a capable wife?
    Her value is far more than that of corals.
    11 Her husband trusts her from his heart,
    And he lacks nothing of value.
    12 She rewards him with good, not bad,
    All the days of her life.
    13 She obtains wool and linen;
    She delights to work with her hands.
    14 She is like the ships of a merchant,
    Bringing her food in from afar.
    15 She also rises while it is still night,
    Providing food for her household
    And portions for her female servants.
    16 She sets her mind on a field and buys it;
    She plants a vineyard from her own labors.
    17 She prepares herself for hard work,
    And she strengthens her arms.
    18 She sees that her trading is profitable;
    Her lamp does not go out at night.
    19 Her hands seize the distaff,
    And her hands take hold of the spindle.
    20 She extends her palm to the lowly one,
    And she opens her hands to the poor.
    21 She does not worry about her household because of the snow,
    For her whole household is clothed in warm garments.
    22 She makes her own bed covers.
    Her clothing is of linen and purple wool.
    23 Her husband is well-known in the city gates,
    Where he sits among the elders of the land.
    24 She makes and sells linen garments
    And supplies belts to the merchants.
    25 She is clothed with strength and splendor,
    And she looks to the future with confidence.
    26 She opens her mouth in wisdom;
    The law of kindness is on her tongue.
    27 She watches over the activity of her household,
    And the bread of laziness she does not eat.
    28 Her children rise up and declare her happy;
    Her husband rises up and praises her.
    29 There are many capable women,
    But you—you surpass them all.
    30 Charm may be false, and beauty may be fleeting,
    But the woman who fears Jehovah will be praised.
    31 Give her the reward for what she does,
    And let her works praise her in the city gates.

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  2. Hi Jan

    What a gorgeous poem celebrating the beauty of your mom. I found this very moving and it touched me deeply. Love how you approach the “gift of touch, of hands” and how they reflect an extension of one’s faith and gentle humanity. All the lines are beautiful but these , in particular, really spoke to me —

    Yet, she always has time for one important thing—praying.
    That is the filler, she claims, for connecting all the hours
    to one very important thing—goodness—a place where
    she likes to linger a lil’ longer, a place she likes to stay.
    Her tasks are mighty; they rise like warm, streaming rays.

    Thank you for sharing this one!
    My Best
    Wendy

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