Hand

We all need a hand,
  when we grieve.
Hands to hold, hands
  to make dinner.
Hands to join in sorrow,
  hands of understanding.
Hands to help us through,
  all the pain we feel.
Hands to heal and know
  we aren't in this shadow alone.
Hands to watch us and keep
  our thoughts on what is next.
Hands for the future, so we
  are not wrapped in the past.
Hands to guide us onward,
  so we can see the light.