Be God’s Hands

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Be God’s Hands

Be the honey that is
sweet to the taste and
removes the hard words.

Be the rippling brook
that brings balm
to the bleeding wounds.

Be the clear blue sky
on a fine day that brings
hope in the storms of life.

Be the arms that surround me
and make me feel
that I belong.

Be the bridge that
opens up new possibilities
when all other roads seem shut.

Be God’s hands.

Christmas Sonnet

afghanistan_kids_childrenThis time of year, gathered here, in the warm.
Inside, we have heating and chairs. We glow!
In other nations, fractured, at war, all torn,
Suffering and broken, no friends, just foe.

Inside, we have heating and chairs. We glow!
We sit and write letters to unknown friends.
We can’t feel their plight and misery, how can we know?
For, now the year has gone, they don’t know their end.

In other nations, fractured, at war, all torn
Suffering, broken, over hills, no friends, just foe.
Fathers at war, they wonder why they’re born.
Here, warm, comfy and safe. Will we ever know?

Suffering, broken, over hills, no friends, just foe.
Inside, we have heating and chairs. We glow!