Our Hands Have Touched God

That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked at and our hands have touched—this we proclaim concerning the Word of life. —1 John 1:1

On this day,
my prayer takes me
to the cross.

I hear
God’s laboured breath
and final words.

I see
God’s arms outstretched and aching,
hands pierced,
head crowned,
face in agony.

I touch
God’s bleeding feet.
My fingers tell Emmanuel,
“I’m here.”

My mind wants to
run and hide
in theology or memories,
but my gut is curt:
Stay here.

I kiss
God’s feet and bless
my lips and fingers.

 

 

Credits and References:
“Christ on the Cross” by Sonnenstrahl on Pixabay. Creative Commons.
© Esther Hizsa, An Everyday Pilgrim, 2018.
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without permission from Esther Hizsa is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used provided there is a link to the original content and credit is given as follows:
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About Esther Hizsa

Esther is a spiritual director and writer. She lives in Burnaby with her husband, Fred, and they have two grown children and two grandchildren.
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