Capable Mind and Hands
I am not a Looker-backer –
forward projection mostly
my way; in fact, often
choosing the path of strongest
resistance, leaning into a
Head-wind, till so far inclined
my angle, faith is all that is
left me – I am still here –
Egotistical fools believing
that one is Lord Alone
of his or her destiny, instead of
being all supporting players
in a drama far greater than that
of mortal imagination...
I guess, I am back to Faith~ I mean,
wondering how each of us came into
being, seems an achievement with none
other than a miraculous answer (Oh, I know
the Touchy-feely mechanics involved) (and
of those Living-words, though spoken by God
transcribed by men with far less acute hearing)
– So, I will leave concerns of my
After Parting, in what I see as the capable
mind and hands, those same ones, that first
thought me
worthy enough
of creation.
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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