My Father’s Hands

My Father’s Hands

My father was a minister; his father was one, too,

So often seated reading in his studies to pursue,

One day I saw him looking down, with wonder he commands,

“Come look at these”, with outstretched arms, “These are my father’s hands!”

I looked at them, now older, but I pondered what he saw,

His face was filled with wonder, and his eyes were filled with awe,

His father lived so far away, yet this he would avow,

“I only have to look at these; I feel he’s here right now.”

So many years come and gone since Dad has passed away,

In Heaven with my dearest Mom within God’s love they stay,

And, now I look through Father’s eyes, one finally understands,

My Father’s not so far away; I see my Father’s hands!

Peter Lowell Paulson

June 18, 2017