In his hands

wordsout by godfrey rust
Incarnate < 14 of 26 > < lent

In his hands

like strings bent
in a guitarist’s hands,
clothes wrung out
in a washerwoman’s hands,
clay pummelled
in a potter’s hands,
or nails hammered
by a carpenter’s hands,

we kneel and take
the piece of flesh,
the cup of blood,
the whole god
in our hands.