Loving Hands

Your love comes out your hands.
It all comes out of your hands.
Make me remember who I am.
-- Girlyman

I love this band, for one. For two, I love the visual given by these lines. Two images come to mind: first would be this magical, mystical image of love literally coming out of someones hands. Just picture a person with love shooting out of their fingertips like when the Beast in Beauty and the Beast turns back into a Prince. Bright light shoots from his fingertips and he is transformed into something beautiful. A beautiful something that had always been there but hidden inside because of the love he has for Belle. The idea that love transforms you from the inside out. Love is a necessity to change and grow. "Make me remember who I am." Feeling that love given from another helps you remember who you are. Why you are who you are.

Second, is a more figurative take on the lyrics. Using your hands as a way of showing love. I automatically picture Mother Theresa in my mind. I see her helping a child. Then I picture Rose, a woman I met in New Orleans whose house had been totally water damaged by the flooding in the 9th ward. Her tears of love to each of us as she helped us carry out items from HER house. Images keep coming to my head. A big hug from a dear dear friend. Holding a baby while he cries. A gardener planting a new flower. A letter written to a friend far away. All these visuals involve use of hands. Your hands can change things. Your hands can make a difference to someone. Can flood love to a person. Can help them remember that they are loved and they too have a purpose.

Showing love through your hands then not only affects those you touch, but it transforms yourself. You become this beautiful creature that had been there all along. And you also spread this beauty and love to those you touch with this love.

Close my eyes and hold my heart
Cover me and make me something
Change this something normal
Into something beautiful
-- Jars of Clay