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Hand

by Glenn Currier

The hair on the back of my hand
glistens in the lamp at night
it tells me I am a man
I am a creature
a thing created.
I did not create myself
even though I act as if I did.

You made this body
and you keep it alive.
When I look at my hand
sometimes it reminds me of Jesus
who was also a man.

I yearn to feel his touch
his arms around my shoulders.
How often I need his hand
on the small of my back
giving me a gentle shove.

When I picture that hand
in my mind’s eye
I see the hair
the veins that bring the blood
from his heart,
a heart so full
so big it reaches to heaven.

It also reaches into my heart
when I think of his first noticing
and then stooping down
to touch the person on the side of the road
the person nobody else would go near.
I am touched to tears.

That was the hand of Jesus
reaching down as it does now
to this sinner.

Written 8-10-18

08/11/2018

Author's Note: This is another of my spiritual-awakening-moments. I find myself on this site with poets/creators many of whom don't relate to the godstuff and yet I feel at home here standing in this garden and all of its fabulous and rich fruits - creations by these lovely creatures. With gratitude to all of you and to David Chadwell for his web piece entitled: “How low will Jesus stoop?”

Posted on 08/11/2018
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/12/18 at 03:31 PM

This is simply achingly beautiful writing Glenn. I too have this same longing, tempestuous sinner though I be at times and undeserving.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/14/18 at 09:46 AM

A very spiritually soothing poem, as I find all Jesus related pieces. Nice work Glenn!

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