Blest Wrist

My broken wrist has been a blessing true,
I exercise my folded fingers where
I am reminded how I fold them too
to physically express my soul at prayer.

My wrist some ways is like my broken soul,
how long it takes both body and soul to heal,
how healthy wrist will make my body whole,
how whole again my healthy soul will feel.

The X-rays show my hand so intricate,
and lets me view my vulnerability,
how much God weaves my body well, and yet
how even more He tends the soul of me.

My wrist tells me of blessings and of pain,
how I need both if I’m to heaven gain.

                 -- by Pete Voelz      8/13/13