I ws challenged today by this meditation:

I see your hands
not white and manicured,
but scarred and scratched and competent,
reach out –
not always to remove the weight I carry,
but to shift it’s balance, ease it,
make it bearable.
Lord, if this is where you want me,
I’m content.
No, not quite true. I wish it were.
All I can say, in honesty, is this:
If this is where I’m meant to be,
I’ll stay. And try.
Just let me feel your hand.
And, Lord, for all who hurt today –
hurt more than me –
I ask for strength and that flicker of light,
the warmth, that says you’re there.

Eddie Askew
Many Voices, One Voice