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ALABANZAS TO THE ETERNAL HAND
The Hand holds the Good of the Now.
We are all sequined selves,
turning toward Eternal Light.
Everything is.
Some hurt.
Many things do now.
The Eternal Hand
sweeps across the face of the universe.
Out of being comes more being.
Only because it moves
we know it loves.
From faith comes hope and because we are, we care.
We love
the Moving Hand
pausing ever so slightly
as it passes through us.
IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER
AND OF THE SON
AND OF THE HOLY SPIRIT.
AMEN.
From The Twelfth Hour: A Collection, Don Davison
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