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HE HAD NO HANDS
ęCopyright 2002 Judith Robbins Barrett

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Oh, desperation, how lowly,
for I had once been there,
confined and battered brain did cry
to be set free, but slowly,
how did one know to try?

And yet from unknown listening,
as if my cries were heard,
appeared a short and stubby priest,
pronounced in obvious attire, glistening
expressions of concern.

If humbled be, this man to me,
this man, he had no hands,
he gave his life to show the way,
and who was I, so desperate be,
to wallow in dismay.

I would not hear him, not at first,
not predisposed to be
receptive of his telling,
my disarray compelling,
and my mind only dispelling
any obvious assertion through
his generous love for me.

So humbled be, this man to me,
this man, he had no hands,
he gave his life to show the way,
and who was I, so desperate be,
to wallow in dismay.

 

Ode To The Lumberjack

Harbor's Delight

Willow

A Caddy's Lament

My Musing

Frivolity

The Doll House

The Interrogation

He Had No Hands

Fickle Candle

Pine

Prince of Memories

Marsh Meanderings

Thanks

My Room

Fall at Twelve

Baseball

Khanabad Mice

Dormant

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