Taking a look at my hands. I see so many things it has done.
They are not huge but they have done big things.
They do not have eyes but with the help of the eyes they pick what's best.
I have found myself talking to my hands.
I speak to it. They listen.
Whatever they have found themselves in, they make it the best.
They are always ready to do anything and anything well.
Would I keep it to myself?
No.
I will not be able to because it extends itself in everything it finds itself doing.
My hands are blessed.
Are yours?