My hands are still empty
I feel blessed for the friends I have. They offer there hands in friendship, Sometimes I overwhelm them and sometimes I am overwhelmed by what faces many of them. Yet, my hands remain empty. Sometime all we need is an extra hand either to hold on to, or care a box. Other times we need a sympathetic ear and a soothing voice. Sometimes we need a kick in the ass. Although I am at a distance for many. The door remains open.