The wires are holding hands around the holes;
To avoid breaking the ring, they hold tight the neighboring wrist.
And it's thus that with holes they make a fence.
Lord, there are lots of holes in my life.
There are some in the lives of my neighbors.
But if you wish we shall hold hands.
We shall hold very tight.
And together we shall make a roll of fence to adorn Paradise.
From - 'Prayers' by Michael Quoist
Who's holding your hands?