Our lives are fingers on the hand of the Lord;
what work would He have us do in this earth,
and who are our fellow fingers? It does not
matter; His strength will pull us together
despite ourselves, the distances between us.
This day, my contribution, but through Him.
1 comment:
Since seeing this sculpture in Paris a year ago, I have thought about it countless times. How wonderful to know that you were looking for the poem I posted, and that the sculpture I love is here on your blog.
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