Hello,
This is Chris.
And today I'm going to read you a short poem called Heartprints.
It's by an unknown author.
And for those of you who are familiar with it,
I'm just going to change the words.
So instead of being about the first person,
It's about you.
And the sounds you can hear behind me are the lovely cosy sounds of my lounge.
And I'm blessed to have the fire lit today.
I'm sat gazing into the flames,
Reading these beautiful words to you.
Heartprints.
Whatever your hands touch,
You leave fingerprints.
On walls,
On furniture,
On doorknobs,
Dishes,
Books.
There is no escape.
As you touch,
You leave your identity.
Wherever you go today,
Leave heartprints.
Heartprints of compassion,
Of understanding and love.
Heartprints of kindness and genuine concern.
May your heart touch a lonely neighbour or a runaway daughter or an anxious mother or perhaps an aged grandfather.
Go out today to leave heartprints.
And if someone should say,
I felt your touch,
May they also sense the love that is deep within your heart.
Thank you for listening.
Have a beautiful day.
