Saturday, January 21, 2012

The Bruised Reed

The Bruised Reed
                       Max Lucado

It stood with assurance.
Head held high on strong stalk
But that was before the careless bump, the harsh rain.
Now it's bruised, bent. Weakened.
It seeks gentle fingers to straighten and not break.
It needs a firm touch to heal and not to hurt.
Tender power.
Soft Strength.
Is there such a hand?

This is posted with much gratitude to Mat Gardella from Trinity Seminars for traveling (back) to New Jersey this weekend. You always show us how to use our gentle fingers and firm touch to move in love.


  1. When I was a child, the only doctor for miles around was an osteopath. He was the gentlest person.

  2. Then you truly understand this. Thank you, Sue! :-)