| Long white fingers ghostly pale Sliced by silent white blinds, Searching slowly, stealthily, Ever illuminating the things it finds. Year after year the fingers come Their searching it never ceases, They never miss a single thing Forever exploring all of the creases. Year after year their gentle touch Leaves golden warmth behind, Not a thing do they disturb in their wake, Nor one fingerprint you will find. But these mighty fingers are very strong With the strength to steal me away, They pull me out of my solemn reverie And put love in my heart every day. They infuse me with warmth and laughter Deeply etching themselves to my soul, And looking back over the tempestuous years I am thankful they reached their goal. For my life is not roses and sunshine I live with fear and pain every day, Those silent white fingers of warmth Give no room for cold darkness to stay. When I'm old and my wonderful story Of life and love has almost been told, I will have great memories to cherish These are more precious than gold. The fingers will keep right on searching So welcome them in and they’ll start, To drive away the pain and the fear That can harden your soul and your heart. Let the fingers reach in and illuminate The deepest, darkest, unreachable spaces, Chase away the gloomy old shadows, Put laughter and love in those places. While the searching, white fingers can find you To light up and enhance the way, Only you can open your heart, And let happiness glow within you each day. Happiness and harmony a touch away, In a world filled with turmoil and strife, Let the white fingers guide you And create wonderful memories of life. Copyright 2000 by Angela Greenfield |
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