In Man's Hands...

In man's hands we find all the answers...
The creation from dust;
the sweet pleasure of lust.
The erection of steel
to the pleading appeal.
The power held in wealth
and the sad frailty of failing health.
The gentle caress
with an edge of roughness.
The knuckles knotted in hate
around the band of love inscribed with a date.
All of his skill
in the grasp of a quill.
The nervous tapping;
the joyous clapping.
The sweat of hiding
to the gentle guiding.
If you look at his hands,
you watch his soul.
Who do they reach for?
For whom do they surrender?
Do you feel their touch, their sweetness, their grudge?
Pay close attention; for it's not hard to misjudge -
the worth of a man
lies truly in his hands.