Ode To The Hands

A pact forged between brothers: skills to fetch.
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! '

by Suzette Richards

Comments (1)

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. very nice spiritual......... thinking ending up in Jesus the Christ........ very nice poem.i believe in Jesus just as you are.. thank you. tony