Loving Hands

One night I dreamed,
And the sky opened up,
Raining down the light
From heaven afar.

It reached for me
With hands of kindness;
Hands as old as time itself.
They seemed of tough leather
But were of silk at first touch.

From the very tips
The love was effluent.
It poured over me
And cleansed the depths
Of my soul.

How could such blessings
Come from the sky?
I knew then that real
Love was only ethereal.