Tiny
digits grip tight the index finger
Life
anew – soft, smooth, buoyant, resilient
Blessings
amongst the countless, each in its moment
To
snatch the fleeting, capture and embrace…..forever
Yet
hold with open palms
To
expand the mind, examine each thought, take captive the truth
Still
a defiant soul yearning for peace
Nails
pierce the open palms
Needful
digits clutch tight His presence
Weathered
hide, gnarled and worn
Life
receding as it began, dependent on Him
Arms
spread wide in welcome…..endless grace
Gathered
with open palms
To
seize this friendship, to grasp such gifts of munificence
Yet
bow the spine with flex of knee
To
pray with open palms
John
19:18 “where they
crucified Him…..”
Matthew
19:14-15 “But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to Me and do not forbid them;
for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” And
He laid His hands on them and departed from there."
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