Hiding hands

Where does assumption end,
Or does it lay forever in
Beds of guilt?

Twisting convictions convince
Hearts that hands are meant for hiding.
Dirt doesn’t belong here
Oh no, not with us.

A couple of well wishes will do
A couple of prayers
Accompanied with a smile and a side dish of no struggle.
Food for thought at the table of words.

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