Tuesday, October 20, 2009

In Knowing Hands

Limpless sheets of gauze
Spread thin--vulnerable,
Laying on a colorless surface--
Debris, other particles
Falling through each hole--
Powerless to do otherwise.
Loss of control.
Realization, rather.
Control was never there.
 On its own--

But in knowing hands,
What once was lifeless
Takes on meaning--
Intentional life.
New life
Clothing cold, bare bodies,
Dressing raw wounds,
Wrapping around and
Around. Placed as it
Was meant to be placed.
Disillusioned no longer
In the discovery of purpose.
Found in the hands of the Knowing.

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