Monday, September 5, 2011

reaching out

I found myself the center of attention,
the center of his attention
not me really, my hand

this good-for-nothing hand
injury & ugliness
right here in the open

this cursed hand
curled & weak
can't work or caress

I'm not even known by my name anymore

He asks the unimaginable
to stretch and extend
what I most need to hide

Now he's center of my attention
hand and life restored by Love
no one can undo what he's done

*A reflection on the story of the man with the withered hand in Luke 6:6-11. The image is my sun-scorched basil on the porch.

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