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Let Go Of The Hand 1992I feel his hand taking mine, small as a child's, we travel through time. I dare not trust yet again, still, I take his hand, as together we begin. We search the years through doubts and fears, a trembling hand holding fast to his, looking for truth through all my tears. A new hand now I must take, letting go of the hand that lead me here, holding fast to the promise both hands make. Though his hand must, this one will never let go of my own, gently leading me where I was always meant to go, holding fast until I am safe at home. Genesis 28: "If God will be with me and protect me on this journey I am making and give me food to eat and clothes to wear, and I come back safely to my father's house, the Lord will be my God." Susan Hebert Ajaz copyright 07/1992 poetrypublisher.com/sajaz |
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