His hands

A workers song

Pours from him

Calloused Hands

And a silent Hymn

Hidden

In the spreading light

moving through his arms

When he holds me

I am charmed

Author: Omanisa

Omanisa is a naturopath, counsellor, health coach, author, artist, and publisher.

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