I AM, YOU ARE
Monday, June 19, 2017
For who am I,
But a man with many hands...
Hands that joined my laughter
When joy overflowed...
Hands that embraced me
In the depths of emptiness...
Hands that steered me
When I wandered off course...
Hands that lifted me high
When I fell without hope.
A precious, God-given gift indeed;
For who I am is what you are—
To me, a friend.
(My mother sent the following poem to me recently. I first wrote it on February 6, 1998)