Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Holding you in my hands

Holding you in my hands,

I see your tiny feet and hope you'll live to walk these stony paths to the pump to get water.

Your meekness and gentleness

are Jesus to me today.


I asked for holes in the palms of my hands and received you.

I sought holes in the soles of my feet and found this winding road to mud bricks and thatched roofs under baobab trees.

The stigmata,

in the holy poverty of an unknown African village where suffering and love are found in their wholeness.

I knocked on the door for a hole in my side and opened it into the life of a broken child.


Listening to you,

I understand that you are an end in yourself and not a means to an end.

Looking at you,

I see that you are a beginning in yourself and a new way for me to see.

Loving you,

I feel you living in my heart.

 Liberating love.

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