Nail-Pierced Hands
Cut and Paste My Love:
As I rise from
the gutter’s darkness—blind,
under the porch-light’s flicker—
nail-pierced Hands
grip mine and pull,
then wash me in Blood.
By Nail-Pierced Hands, I walk on.
Copy and Paste My Mercy:
As I lean toward
that gutter again—
hear the church-pew creak—
see the nail-piercings’
shadows on my Hands
as I reach out through
the same flood of Love.
By Nail-Pierced Hands, I walk on.
Paste and Save My Heart:
As we walk each day
together side by side,
closer to Your glory—
step by step toward Home—
Rooms built by Nail-Pierced Hands.
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Rik, the structure works beautifully here…Cut and Paste, Copy and Paste, Paste and Save…each section deepening the metaphor. The repetition builds momentum without losing humility. By the time we reach “Rooms built by Nail-Pierced Hands.” it feels like promise fulfilled. Faithful and steady work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I may be very wrong but I take the nail pierced hands to be a sign of sacrifice and martyrdom which is what many relationships contain at least pieces of. Cut and past love, mercy, heart. Three elements common to Christianity and a relationship. Cut and pasting a labor saving method of replicating. Quick and lazy. In such instances the easy way is contrast with the hard one of suffering. A most complex paring and poem that has many facets. Very mind provoking Cryptic
An Easter theme here? Reminds me of one of my earlier poems I did. A fine write A.
Your words ache with devotion—gritty, raw, and tender all at once.
Faith and pain bleed together; I can feel each step beside those Nail-Pierced Hands.
Most grateful, Thomas🙏🏻🕊️
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