I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Monday, March 30, 2015
Open Hands
"There is an old proverb that says we are born with our
hands clenched to hold onto the gifts we are given by God. As we grow we unfold
our hands to share our gifts with others. Our wish for our kids is for them to
unfold their hands throughout their lives to release their gifts. Live with
your hands unfolded people." NPR interview on StoryCore
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the young man stands in anger
with hands clenched
the young woman stands in fear
with hands clenched
the religious person looks at another
with the eyes of judgement
and with hands clenched
so many people with closed hands
with hands that cannot comfort
that cannot touch, caresss
or give
only with open hands
can we release our love
our compassion
our forgiveness
only with open hands can we receive
love and compassion
and forgiveness
it seems so simple
but
oh!
how often we forget
O Sacred one… help me walk through life
with open hands
an open heart
would not
hurt
either
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