Tactile Values

Only when you touch

Will you be touched


My hands, alone

Can feel without shame

They touch men and churches alike


And yet they are broken

Yet they fail me oft


Eyes are red with tears

But hands go forth to cover  


To find my key

To understand


If you seek the truth

Look no further

Than my hands


  • Neville

    An impressive little poem & does precisely what it say's on the label.. I sincerely hope this gets the merit that I think it deserves, Neville

    • AJ

      Thank you, Neville

      • Neville

        hey no problem, my pleasure.. N:)

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