The Hand Of God Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Who am I to hold the hand of God?
Except I am the beloved of God
In my many hours of despair
I did not let go
In my days of tribulations
I held tight
In my moment of happiness
The hand of God was my sunshine
I have held so many hands in my life
Some warm and drizzling with life
Others cold but radiating with affection
It was not the colour or the size of the hand
That gave me affection
It was the spirit within that nourished my soul
Every hand has its own charm
Every moment has its own rhythm
I still believe there is no hand or moment
That comes closer to the hand of God
It is a source of hope, compassion, affection and Love
The hand of God does not care about the hour of the day
Or the circumstances of the moment
The hand of God is available to you
Whether to cry on or to kiss it
It is the hand of Mercy
That comforts and gives hope
The hand of God is the hand of Love
It is full of grace

©Kenneth Maswabi