avatarJulie Nyhus MSN, FNP-BC

Summary

"Borrowed Hope" poetically explores the profound and silent exchange of faith and promise through the simple, yet profound, interactions of hands.

Abstract

The poem "Borrowed Hope" delves into the nuanced communication and emotional exchange that occurs through the touch of hands. It suggests that hands possess the ability to convey understanding, guidance, and comfort, acting as conduits for the transfer of truth, promises, and faith. The poem describes a scene where hands move with intention and care, bridging the space between individuals and transforming it into a realm where possibility is suspended. The gentle, deliberate movements of the hands are depicted as having their own language and manners, capable of affecting the spirit and soul by offering solace, wiping away doubts, and providing strength in moments of vulnerability. The poem culminates in the realization that through these silent gestures, a profound sense of hope is shared and reinforced.

Opinions

  • The author believes that hands have the power to communicate deeply and silently, beyond words.
  • There is an opinion that hands can guide, comfort, and even alter one's emotional state, suggesting a spiritual or therapeutic role.
  • The poem conveys a sense of awe and gratitude towards the ability of human touch to transfer positive emotions and restore a sense of peace.
  • The text implies that the simple act of touching hands can be a profound interaction, filled with mutual understanding and shared hope.
  • The author seems to hold a view that the exchange of faith and promises through touch can be as significant as verbal or written affirmations.

Borrowed Hope

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In a meek spread of understanding, each careful charge is sprung — — First one hand and then the other — - Brushes the air between us, Possibility is hung.

As if they had manners all their own — - One guiding finger marks my empty heart, While his open palm frustrates each false start.

Do these hands know the transfer of truth they allow each day? The passing of promises or the flow of faith they display?

As if they held a feast for my spirit — - His curving fingers calm my fading control, While a tender reach wipes the libel from my soul. In a quiet abandon of power, no remarks left to grope — -

First one hand and then the other — - Navigates the shift between us, Passing on borrowed hope.

Hope
Love
Relationships
Hopeful
Self-awareness
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