Whose Hands Created This?

Some human beings leave memories of themselves on the city streets. The future gazes in wonder at the creations of the past. And we the future present are richer for it.

Who were the emergers that touch me today? I say they’re my brothers and sisters across time. I can’t hold their hands but I can feel their art vibrating … trembling me.

Is there a way we can sit together with our coffee and talk about life? Can I summon you in my mind? Will you stay awhile so we can be blessed by each other’s presence?

Yes to all of this … even though your body is no more.

I wandered yesterday and today, looking for beauty brought into the world by hands and hearts. Here are some things I found. Gifts given two hundred years ago or perhaps two hundred days …