A hand reaching up to another hand with a nail puncture in it.

you come
to walk among
the brittle fragments
of our broken lives,
gathering up every sharp shard
to fashion
a new and beautiful
mosaic.And all the while
your hands and feet
bleed for love of us.

© Rev’d. Sr. Sandra Sears CSBC
18th November 2016

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