Clenched Hands

Clenched Hands UNCLE Exhaustion has set in. What is the problem? Is winning not enough for you? Please... I can beg and I can plead I give up! Now...the faint smell of incense? Now in my weakened state you choose to help? My hair falls from clenched hands. I kneel at your feet. Is kissing them not enough for you? Was your goal my tears? Need they streak my face? Must everyone see? Must that be done before you lift and carry me to our next destination MY Father, my God?