holding

I would far prefer to be in someone's arms than just in their head.

Prose Poems from my book SPANOBSERVATIONSo, we may not be able to explain the world. Not exactly. But we can accept it, and love it. We can turn our faces to the light and examine the minutest details simply for the sake of it. We can live lives of joy and purpose. We are all part of one whole. Take comfort in this. Almost every one of us is capable of holding a cup to another__ lips without our hands shaking.

We need to remember that God is holding us in His hands, he will lead us to the light

Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand?Tonight when the stars come out and the moon rises in the velvet sky, look outside your window, then raise your hand and position your fingers around the disk of light.There you go_._._. That was easy!

In a tired time, with the light outside drifting away for another day and the lights inside flickering as they come to life, I cup my hands together and prepare to give thanks ... to the life of a day given to me. A day shared with past and present, living and dying, of body and not, and a realization that in everything that is, there is something that was.

Even the memory of cradling her in my arms is pure euphoria. And all that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.

We are kites in this world God is holding the string.

I would far prefer to be in someone's arms than jut in their head.

A data bank holding all the information that is in this universe can be found in God

The length of the fall is dictated by how far we had climbed. The outcome of the fall is dictated by whether we__e holding on to that which we__e climbing, or we__e letting God hold onto us.

Some people will each start investing more of their salary on __heir_ house and spending less of it on __heir_ car or cars only when they start being able to take __heir_ house to work, funerals, weddings, etc.

Our favorite holding period is forever.

Courage is fear holding on a minute longer.

The most unbearable moments, seeing your dear one crying and you cannot hold her because it is not allowed.

be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh...be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.

Wait,_ he said, and he had his hand outstretched toward me, fingertips just brushing the sleeve of my sweatshirt, gently rooting me to the spot. I wanted to shrug him off, but at the same time, I wanted to fall against him and bury my face in his shoulder. I wanted to commiserate about what had just happened, and make sure he was okay, and discuss how Stanton really is psychotic. I did none of the above.

The moon is always holding the stars, you must do the same.

Hand holding sword is always an ugly hand!