hands and hearts

I have a love to give. I have a Love that is already given, a Love that remains in the Hands of the One who has given me more than my worth deserves, a Love that belongs to Him alone. But then there's another love that I have to give. It's simpler. It's human. It's a lovely love. There's another love that I've already given. To the people, to the ones whose wet cheeks and broken hearts and poverty call to me and beckon me to hold and comfort them. And then there's another love that I have already given. To the heart-connected, soul-intwined beautiful friends and family that have graciously been placed upon my path as I walk through these woods, into meadows, through valleys, upon mountains. They are there and I love them. But there's still another love. Too many people give it out to unworthy hands. But it's too delicate to be handled with rough skin and uncontrollable fits. I will hold it within my heart until it chooses to let go of me a bit and hold hands with another. But not before it's ready. And not until it's right. And not before he's worthy. And not before I know that I will be safe. And until all of that, God is my Guardian. He is the Keeper of His Daughter's love, including her heart-love. So don't ask for it if it's not yours to ask for. I'll give you my love, but not that one. Too many give it to unsteady hands.