Hands

I do trust my Lord. This is the source of my happiness, stillness, serenity, stability inside. I do not leap in bottomless, unfathomable void. It's but what it seems to be. I finally land on the great land of his sinewy hands. Finally, I am in safety, and only now, standing on true soil I see that before I was in the free fall, before I was relying on nothing, when I was thinking I control everything. The Creature found its Creator, and the hands that wrought it. This is true peace. Now I am calm.


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