Faith, love, hope:
these things can only sit in the palm of an open hand, touched by wind and rain and sun, weathered, balanced lightly, not clutched. Sometimes my hand seems empty. Sometimes my hand closes over what I wish I could grasp. Help me cup my hands together, close my eyes, and wait for the gentle pressure of one more gift, laid by life into the hollow I have made to receive it. -- Rev. Monica Jacobson-Tennessen |