Whatever our hands touch-
We leave fingerprints!
On walls, on furniture
On doorknobs, dishes, books.
There's no escape.
As we touch we leave our identity.
Oh God, wherever I go today
Help me leave heartprints!
Heartprints of compassion
Of understanding and love.
Heartprints of kindness
And genuine concern.
May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
Or a runaway daughter
Or an anxious mother
Or perhaps an aged grandfather.
Lord, send me out today
To leave heartprints.
And if someone should say,
"I felt your touch,"
May that one sense YOUR LOVE
Touching through ME.
— Author Unknown
I hope I will leave :heart: prints in all my readers
With love,
Fatimah
Thank you for your comment Fatimah
Oh of coarse you leave your heart prints! thanks for visiting my blog.:heart: you,Sarah
Hi Eve!Thanks for……all. I’m listening with clouse eyes and I’m dreaming………! :happy:
HI Andreu,Closed eyes means you are not reading the words again 🙂 haha..kiddingI know how you listen to music always with closed eyes Thank you for feeling the musicFatimah
HI Sarah,Thank you for your kind words I try 🙂 and I visit your blog all the time :DLove youFati
HI, Fatima, very touching and true words. We all try to leave heartprints, cause it is all what matters.Love, Ramute.:)
Your prints are indwelled in my :heart:Thanks 😀
Hello Ramute,You are so right our heartprints are what matters :)thank you for always being on the same wave length as Andreu called it also LoveFatimah
HI Dave,Thank you for allowing me to set them deep inside your heart 🙂 I can only offer it is up to the other to accept and you have done that since I met you 🙂 thank you :DFati