My Hand, Cemented...

My hand, cemented...

fingers fixed

upon those goals

of my desire.

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Grasping hand

unyieldingly

ignored YOUR+ call

… and coming Fire.

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Determinedly

YOU+ pried them loose

until my willful

strength was through.

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Emptiness

of hand and heart…

my sole* remains

… except for YOU+.

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Sick I grew,
distressed anew

… no purpose, goal, nor person.

Weak body could not
stand the stress

of no human purpose
to profess.

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Bleakly, no-one needing me,
skills vanished like hot air.
. Strength fled, fever raged;
mind, a blank; I did not care.

No work upon my shoulder

… except my solitary prayer.
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No goal in life

… except to do

my daily discipline

with YOU+.

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Directionless, interest gone

unadorned, life raw and bare.

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Bones ached, emotions numbed.

Joy? Not my portion, this I rue.

Only in one place Joy glowed

… in quietness with YOU+.

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Thank YOU+, LORD,

for freeing me

From built-in values, clamorings...

For prying loose my concrete grip,

Death-bringing goals
that would strip

my time and thought from YOU+.

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My aims and goals

YOU+ withheld

…"AKA" my future woes...
.
Earth-bound illusions

replaced by YOU+...
  Heaven’s treasure flows

through entwining Fingers,
all Divine+

into this hand of clay,
called “mine.”

*sole = only
"AKA"= Also Known As
or Otherwise known as...

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By Sister Judith Hannah  + + +

~ from my heart to yours...