The Bruised Reed
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.
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.