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The Invisible Hand of God
October 7, 2007 | Leave a Comment
I met a woman
Her face lined with age, bent over on a cane.
Her eyes, sharp and wise,
Searched mine.
“Your hands,” she said
“They don’t work?”
“No” I replied. “My hands are paralyzed.”
“Yet you accomplish much, do you not?” she asked
A twinkle in her eyes.
I nodded.
“It is” she said, leaning over me
Whispering in my ear
“The invisible hand of God.
Sometimes it is others whose hands help
Or a way around doing things
You never thought possible that just occurs to you.
You know what I’m saying?”
I nodded. I did.
“And so you will do more with His hands
Than your own,” she said, taking a step back
Speaking louder as she raised her cane slightly.
“I know because I dance and don’t fall.
The invisible hand of God is always there.”
I turned to smile at her
But she was gone.
Yet I knew
I was not
Nor ever will be
Alone.
Copyright 2007 Ruth Harrigan
