The hand pointed to everything……
and each finger adorned with a beautiful ring,
sparkling in a cloud of hazy doubt
like it didn’t know what life was about.
The hand pointed to everything…..
sometimes fluttering like it was a wing,
as one would follow its pattern to try
to figure its purpose and why.
As in life, one can not point to everything
One has to look beyond any bitter sting.
And see the shining stars bright
with rings on fingers pointing to what is right.
The hand pointed to everything……
to make its point to every living thing.
The hand alone is unable to withstand
but as part of a body, can take its stand!
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