May 22, 2007

Heart prints
Whatever our hands touch --
We leave fingerprints!
On walls, on furniture
On doorknobs, dishes, books.
There's no escape.
As we touch we leave our identity.

Oh God, wherever I go today
Help me leave heart prints!
Heart prints of compassion
Of understanding and love.
Heart prints of kindness
And genuine concern.

May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
Or a runaway daughter
Or an anxious mother
Or perhaps an aged grandfather.

Lord, send me out today
To leave heart prints.
And if someone should say,
"I felt your touch,"
May that one sense YOUR LOVE
Touching through ME.
Author Unknown


Heather said...

I love this post!!

Lallee said...

That is beautiful!

Mindy said...

What a lovely poem!!

Christie Belle said...

Oh, I really like this. It's simply beautiful:)

Julieann said...

I was so happy to see a comment from you--yay--you are back!!! Welcome back and you were missed!!!

Your toes look so pretty too:)


Karen said...

I think that if we all *prayed* something like this, the world would be a much better place. I'm guilty, too often, of not asking God to "send me out".