Writings of Old

I've been going through stuff and getting rid of old papers, junk, selling and donating old stuff. I came across some writings. I wrote this 9 years ago when thinking about questions I had to answer when applying to university. From the time I was 13-17, I volunteered at a nursing home. Here were some of my reflections at the time:

Volunteering at the nursing home has taught me how to listen carefully to what others are saying, taught me that it is sometimes best just to hold someone's hand and say nothing, and that a little bit of time playing cards, reading stories, making crafts, etc brings so much joy into ones life. At nursing homes, there are many people whose outward appearance is less than pleasing. I learned that I need to look beyond that to the person's heart in order to see someone beautiful underneath all the wrinkles.

At that time I used to write a lot of poetry (usually one or two a day). I came across this one, that I wrote as a note from God to one who was hurting.

These Hands

These hands, my child, are meant for you

To have, to hold, to share

Strong are they, when yours are weak

And for you, they're always there

When you are sad and feeling lonely

When life becomes to much

Remember I am with you and that

My hands are for you to touch.

When in your journey with Me

You think you start to fall

Remember just to hold My hand

And to listen to My call.

And when you feel like giving up

You feel that no one cares

Remember, my hands are meant for you

To have, to hold, to share.