Poem: Little hands

Little hands -

What can they do?

A great deal -

It would appear.

Wipe away the tears -

Of those:

Melancholy and bruised.

Gently touch -

A child’s face,

once cloudy and forlorn-

Now beaming ear to ear.

Because of his love -

so willing to share.

A manifestation and outpouring -

Of a pure heart.

The result,

Of submissively uniting -

In humble prayer.