Hands once offered, now stay concealed,
Artful, enticing touches unrevealed.
Hands that had cradled lovers' cheeks
Evade soft kisses over countless weeks.
Hands once greeted by kindly friends
Meet only the cold fabric of pockets' ends.
Hands that had delivered sparkling libation
Clench empty cups in these days of privation.
Hands once tallying up stacks of wealth
Laundered hourly in the name of health.
Hands that had been idle, dripping with sin,
Grope books' spines, caress words within.
Hands once entwined, now kept six feet apart,
Yet still warmed pressed to a pumping heart.
Hands unsheathed by spiritual gloves we wear,
Gather hope as they clasp in soulful prayer.
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