Fine Art

There is art on my hand. A beautiful chaotic map to nowhere. Thousands of lines and creases on both sides. The grooves bend and move. Its pattern doesn’t make sense. So many details that we do not know the purpose of. So many fine lines.

I am to be admired. My hand is to behold and be held. I have knuckles. I have nails. I have veins and prints. There is a beautiful mix of light and dark in my palm. Way more light than dark. Not only is my hand wondrously intricate but it also can do things. It helps me feel the tangible and intangible world around me. It is soft and strong, calloused and smooth. I’m grateful God created hands. When we take the time to look closely our hands hold an unknown world. Wonder, mystery, and beauty is in that world. Wonderfully made is the palm of our hands. God’s heart is in our hands, the proof of God’s vast love for us. God created art and put it in our hands. I am fine art and so are you.