Open palms

There comes a time when you realize that you are grasping on to something that has already slipped through your fingers. The pain of the closed fist becomes greater than the pain of letting go. No use staring down the drain either. The Coriolis effect is mesmerizing but it wont drown the sorrow.

The sorrow will recede, even though the phantom pain quivers. Step back, and stretch out your hands. Offer up the creases, the callouses, the cramped knuckle joints. Let them find other hands that will hold and help and heal.

True gifts are held in open palms.


~lg