The Right Hand
This is a story about grace.
So many years ago this person
(it is not recorded whether man or woman)
had the rarest of maladies: an awareness
of only a left hand..
To which she adapted and gained leftist skills
but the longing for that which was missing
became more and more painful with passing days..
Many searches undertaken to find what was missing
ended with disappointment and only more yearning..
One day a chance meeting with an old friend
led to a conversation on a park bench..
The friend was aghast at the suffering and
stories of searching most painfully recounted..
Her council was to cease searching out there
and draw attention to that very close at hand..!
Finding in that moment the peace
he had sought..was like grace..
He knew then that grace was recognition
a recognition which is at hand
in all times and places...
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