TITLE: His Hands
By Kathy Gronau
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Exo 17:12b “.. and his hands were steady until the going down of the sun.’
It is night. Again. I burrow in the downy comforter that has become my quiet hiding place. How did I get here? Why am I alone? Where are you Lord?
Only yesterday I was hand in hand with my beloved. Only yesterday life was rich and full and sweet. Only yesterday the problems of each moment were met with anticipation and victory. Only yesterday…
Death. When did you come and change my world? When did you move me from my lofty perch where all was well; propel me down craggy cliffs that tear at my very being.
Hands. Steady hands reach out to me. In the quiet of the night my heart cries and you pull me close. I do not know how long we are silent together. I sleep.
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