August 28–September 3 ❘ Saints
Saints
I cannot escape this body
of Christ and all its earthy,
imperfect parts:
arthritic hands slow to grasp,
unshod feet unwilling to move,
spindly limbs too weak to lift,
eternally underfed stomach,
cloudy eyes always squinting
and considering.
What would I be on my own?
Kneecap, single follicle,
unattached tip of little finger.
Together we can inch forward,
reach out again and again,
touch just the hem of His robe
to be healed.
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