Security
Is not assured
By
Padlocks
And
Bolted
Steel doors
Intended
To
Shut out
The dangers
Living
Beyond the borders
Of
Your world
Security
Lays
In the touch
That
Patiently waits
In the tips
Of
Familiar fingers
Until
It is called upon
To lead
A hand
To
Gently soothe
In
Silence
–
PhotoPoetics™ 
Love this shot…reminds me of alot of my shots. Great shot.
Thanks Jason!
It’s an awesome feeling when people connect to my work!
Nice photo with all the contrasts and textures. Isn’t the name of the lock interesting considering the poem’s observations?
I almost erased the name on the lock then had second thoughts. I’m glad I kept it 🙂
Gently soothing hand in silence contrasted with that Master padlock on that abused old latch–wonderful and quite amazingly effective. Kudos to you!
Thanks granbee!
The inspiration for this poem came from a “gently soothing” moment I witnessed between a father and his young son one morning on the subway.
Great illustration to this poem.
Thanks Danita!
That’s a security worth finding!
I have to agree with you Michael 🙂
Reblogged this on 4theloveofearth.
Thanks for the reblog!
Sometimes a hand holding yours is the most re-assuring thing in the whole world.
David
I agree David!
another gem from your pen, Tricia!
Much enjoyed the read!
Francina
Thanks Francina!
Love the photo, love the words. Security is difficult to come across nowadays. I believe that real security doesn’t need to be looked for though, but is there waiting for you when you need it most.
Mark
Mark,
I agree with you.
Unfortunately sometimes it’s hard to allow ourselves to be vulnerable enough to reach out for what we need.