That Hand

The hand of him was large and ominous and in its presence they all quaked with fear for then they knew that they had done amiss that hand, that grasp: at times no one seemed near. All day and night that hand would not release they struggled, squirmed, but all to no avail for in that hand the pressure would increase what could they do? for all was doomed to fail. Yet in that hand a gentle warmth resides a ray, a light, a constant source of hope assuring me that in the troublous times...