Scarlet Robe Creations

His hand is still small in ours, though larger than before. His voice forms syllables and words understood. He walks with steps much smaller than ours, concerned about sidewalks, squirrels and nuts. He tells us the color of a car and a Jeep, reminding us that a school bus is yellow and we need to check the mail. A walk of simplicity. Nothing matters but the moment. His small hand in ours and our hands on the handrail of heaven. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Hands that rubbed mud onto the eyes of a blind man and touched the sores of a leper. Hands that helped Jairus' daughter rise up from her mat and accepted a cool drink of water from a Samaritan woman. Hands that prayed over five loaves and two fishes and calmed the ocean with a simple gesture. Hands that broke bread to be shared with friends and washed their feet as a servant. Hands that prayed in Gethsemane and healed the ear of the high priests slave. Hands  that bore slivers from the wooden cross carried and soothed the women who wept. Hands that were pierced by spikes, mounted to a beam and wounded for the sake of love. Hands that were touched by those who witnessed and believed in by those with faith. copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author