Unseen Hand

Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

August 4, 2016

Just a blank wall
Is all I see.
But still, Your hand
Is touching me.

I feel alone,
And yet, I’m not.
Blindly following,
But still — not lost.

Your hand upon me,
An unseen plan.
Your ways, mysterious;
Please help me stand.

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Poems

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