Ode To The Hands
A pact forged between brothers: skills to fetch.
by Suzette Richards
The sponsor's cuffs rolled back, hands ready t' toil.
Honoured bestowed in the pen-and-ink sketch,
the homemade blue paper, the perfect foil.
A God's gift, that's shared by very few people.
Strong thumb accentuating Holy Bands.
The surreal alter piece, gnarled fingers steeple;
a consecrated church shaped by the hands.
In prayer, we still our body and mind.
On The Tree, He died for our many sins.
Compassion is a choice made by mankind.
He wished to spare us the suffering since.
Only in Truth can we realise beauty.*
The Hands: a timeless monument to ‘Thank Ye! '