“Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
the touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul alway.”
I ran across this poem by Spencer Michael Free and thought it was so sweet, and I wanted to share it.
Happy Monday, friends.
{all images via pinterest. clockwise, from top left: 1 : 2 : 3 : 4 : 5 : 6}
wow, loooove that poem.and beautiful collection from pinterest! :)
Isn’t it sweet?? I love it when I just randomly come across writing like that. ;)
Thanks – glad you liked it!
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