His Hands on my Shoulders
Hopefully in time for Easter...They were like no other: The gentle touch; the soft, comforting presence. They rested on my shoulders Only for a moment. But they felt like They were there for a lifetime. For those few moments they were there, I felt a comfort long forgotten by Many like me, many without a father, Without the father they know and love. I grasped those roughened hands- So large yet so loving- with both of my own- So small and tender besid...