Helping hands

Unexpected moments rise
helpless we watch
asking ourselves the questions
what is it we can do
to raise up the fallen.
Gently we cradle the lives
filling our hearts with peace to radiate
outwards in all directions
watching as the eyes meet ours
lighting a glow
of hope.
We do what we can when we can,
often feeling it’s never quite enough
but something is always better
than nothing in the end
and a helping hand
gives more than it takes.

*Yesterday on my last day at work I was standing at the door looking through the glass at the beautiful sky and glancing down, saw a dragon-fly upside down just laying there. I knew the next person who came in would hit it or step on it so I walked outside, grabbing a long brow item and let it grasp onto it (wasn’t sure if they bite or not) and I saw its wings covered in sticky webs and the same with its feet. I talked to it as I gently removed the webbing hindering it and it flew onto my arm. I nudged it off several times and it always came back and landed on me, staring at me with its big buggy eyes (the insect was almost 4 inches long…a huge beauty in brown). I kept laughing and finally got it to let go where it flew up and clung to one of our window clings, peeking at me from the outside. Perhaps it wanted me to come out again to play? I felt such a rush….just think if we could only do such small miracles for the people in the world and around us. I felt blessed. A nice end to my last day. Felt after that perhaps he was telling me it was better beyond the glass and I was doing the best thing for me by leaving. I hope so ❤

Chop chop

Gloves on

black rubber,

hands protected

splitter rumbles

feed me, feed me.

Logs lifted,  Herculean effort

Man hands strong

girl hands not so much.

chop chop, hurry up

the snow will be here soon enough,

stack it higher, up up up.

eyes searching warily for spiders and bugs,

no snakes yet I sigh relieved ,

only fifteen more cord to go before I sleep.

Log pile grows one more on, then one falls,

not much of an artist where wood logs concerned,

tumbling, falling , dogs running away,

hey bring that back here,

I need that to make the rest stay.

So I’m not good at stacking this I know well,

you can’t fire me

labor is free,

I’m just here to help so just let it be,

you can move it all later,

I won’t notice at all

just be careful while lifting

it may just all fall.

Post note….this is not the stack I made ever!!! Too pretty. Too embarrassed to take photo of my artwork through stacking.