Loving Hands One night I dreamed, And the sky opened up, Raining down the light From heaven afar. It reached for me With hands of kindness; Hands as old as time itself. They seemed of tough leather But were of silk at first touch. From the very tips The love was effluent. It poured over me And cleansed the depths Of my soul. How could such blessings Come from the sky? I knew then that real Love was only ethereal.