Take My Hand Poem by rachel rene doven

Take my hand and I shall
Fill those empty spaces in your heart.
You will forget the forgotten,
Your loss will be lost,
And the last place you will find yourself is last.
We can make an ugly world look beautiful,
And give this lifetime purpose.
We shall Fill our empty spaces,
And even that of the worlds.
Take my hand and we shall
Open and create heavens
So beautiful,
Only you and I shall cry to the melodies of the Angels,
Because we created this.
And I will look down upon my dirty sinful hands and ponder with humility,
How someone so imperfect could create this.
Then I will look in your eyes and yours in mine.
And together we will know,
Us is prefect.
And realizing this,
Our pain and worries and fears,
Will scatter in fear.
Oh how beautiful you and I can become.
Take my hand and we shall.