Let me leave heartprints

I’ve woken to a wintry morning (freezing, with snow on the ground and more forecast), and I’ve got a really sore throat as a precursor to a bad cold.  Duvet days sound like a great idea – and on days like this, you need to work on your attitude, let me tell you! Being Pollyanna doesn’t always come naturally.   So I’m going to think about this poem as I go through my day.  It will remind me to focus on leaving the right sort of imprint, help me remember that whoever I’m talking to may have problems I’ll never be aware of, and it will ensure Iconnect with people through the day instead of just bouncing off them lightly. 

I’m going to leave some sort of imprint, so let me consciously make it a good one.

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.
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.
Send me out today
To leave heartprints.
And if someone should say,
“I felt your touch,”
May they also sense the love
that is deep within my heart.
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