Hands To The Sky

-Hands To The Sky-
by
Keaton Foster



Walking down the street
Dreaming of all that could be
I hold my hands to the sky
Stretched fingers wide
I count each one
Physical representations
Of blessings lent.

With these hands
I have created much
With these hands I have shaped
Not only my world
But the world of many others
Within the confines of this life.

With these hands
I have crafted immeasurable change
I have held the innocence of life
Carefully molding each detail
Learning from my past mistakes
Sure not to repeat.

The offspring of my life will be more
They will have chances wished
They will never know the pain of my past
In any part of their present or future
They will have a foundation of faith
To build upon for rest of their lives.

These hands have created much
More than I could have ever hoped
Holding my hands to the sky
Fingers stretched wide
The sun blares bright
Cusping the curve of each finger.

No shadows is cast
No shame is to be had
These hands have done much
These hands have built a solid foundation
On what was once
The shakiest of ground…




Hands To The Sky
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.