Dropping the Hands
What does it mean when a life is extinguished? One less candle, one less pair of hands melting the delicate wax, one less light in the dark sanctuary;
one less voice in the choir, one less face around the table, one less pair of boots carrying in mud from a good life.
Our hands never touched here but our souls did. So then, what does this dropping of the hands mean?
a little quietness, ten less fingers untying bows around the Christmas tree—the tree that meant death, that dies in our houses. The tree that means life—the life of the soul.
What is the soul without the body? You give me a better question—what is the body without the soul?
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