The Art of Love’s Own Hand, A Poem by Samantha Syrnich

The Art of Love’s Own Hand

To create without owning,

To give without expecting,

To fill without claiming,

This is the profound action

Of a soul unburdened by the weight of pride,

Whose gentle touch in silence will reside.

For what is more pure than a heart that knows,

True giving lies in the letting go?

No strings to pull, no need to claim,

Just kindness born without a name.

In quiet hands, the world is blessed,

With gifts of love, with peaceful rest.

No banners waved, no voices loud,

Just simple acts, without the crowd.

To create without the thirst for praise,

To walk through life with humble ways,

This is the art of love’s own hand,

A force that helps the world to stand.

So may we learn this gentle creed,

To plant the seed, and not the need,

To give, to fill, and then to flee,

As love was always meant to be.

ART: ‘A Gift Of LOVE’S Creation”

© SYRNICH, 21 October 2024