Autumn 2007
Volume 7, Number 4

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Calculated Blessings
“Bless the hearts and hands
that have prepared this food”
Grandpa at the Christmas feast
would implore the Lord.

I and he had watched those hands
—Grandma’s and her daughters’—
seen them at work
sinewy, supple, strong,
watched them
kneading, pounding dough,
tearing guts from helpless hens sprawled
naked on the kitchen table,
chopping off in merciless strokes heads
and tails of carrots.

Bless these hands, he prayed
and meant, I think:
Lord, tenderize them
like their hearts that soften
when the children stub their toes
and run to aprons meant for wiping tears

It is (he knew from Hebrews) a fearful thing
to fall into the hands of the living God.

—Ken Gibble, Greencastle, Pennsylvania, is a retired Church of the Brethren pastor. These days, instead of writing sermons, he writes poetry (mostly) and other stuff.

       

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