What would it be like if we treated the every day, common objects that we touch a hundred times over again as sacred tools??
Bless These Hands
Bless these hands
that touch the computer keys
and file
and answer emails
and pick up the phone
over and over again each day.
Bless these hands
that touch the dishes
and towels and sheets
and fold laundry
and sweep the floors
over and over again each day.
Bless these hands
that touch the pen
and scribble words
and cut out images
and paint and glue
over and over again each day.
Bless these hands
that touch the chalice
and wash the vessels
and polish the brass
and clean the linens
over and over again each day.
Bless these hands
that caress a lover
and soothe a child
and hug a friend
and greet a stranger
over and over again each day.
Bless these hands
for all that they touch
is holy and sacred
and common and ordinary
over and over again each day.
(copyright January 2010 - Eveline Maedel)
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Saturday, January 16, 2010
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2 comments:
Eveline, I love this poem. And I love how you see the sacred in every day. You inspired me to start looking harder.
thanks Zura!
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