Today’s poem is a response to this week’s prompt from Today’s Little Ditty. “For this week’s challenge, I’ve selected “These Are the Hands” (Chapter 39) from Part 3 of My Shouting, Shattered, Whispering Voice. It’s a prompt about empathy— something we so desperately need more of in today’s world. The prompt was inspired by a poem by Gabriella Gutiérrez y Muhs, titled These are the hands that could sand a wooden bench.“
Palm Sunday
These hands
weeding, discovered palms,
and wondered…
Will these old palms
make supple crosses?These hands
cut long strips
of granite green.
A mind-memory of angle to knot,
thread through, criss-cross.These hands
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delivered simple gifts
to lonely, sheltered neighbors,
a churchless congregation
praying together.
Reflections on the Teche 
Oh, that is so nice, Margaret, to make for others & to write a poem for them, about it, too.
Margaret, this is beautiful. And a beautiful example of being the hands of Christ when church as we have known it is disrupted and forced to grow into new expressions
Wow!
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Hands capture the “mind-memory” making a lovely gift.
Beautiful!
But you are the church. You do not need a building to do God’s work. Thank you for doing that. You touched hearts with your hands.