Heartprints
As we touch we leave our identity.
Whatever our hands touch…
We leave fingerprints!
On walls, on furniture
On doorknobs, dishes, books.
There’s no escape.
As we touch we leave our identity.
Oh God, wherever I go today
Help me leave heartprints!
Heartprints of compassion
Of understanding and love.
Heartprints of kindness
And genuine concern.
May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
Or a runaway daughter
Or an anxious mother
Or a frustrated co-worker
Or a hurting friend
Or perhaps an aged grandfather.
Lord, send me out today
To leave heartprints.
And if someone should say,
“I felt your touch,”
May that one sense YOUR LOVE
Touching through ME.
Author Unknown
~Wakenya Canada