with a broken hand, I have walked on the shores of a shattered strand in mind, of a wretched man paths of woe and sunlit greens burdened by ebb and flow rowing with broken hand, travelling crooked streams with words to die for scrawled upon my staff, seeing all who come my way. reminders we came to pay, to have all we prayed for. with broken hand have I shorn sheep fathered children, harvested wheat baked bread in a hearth of stone travelled over river and mountain throne. heal not these bones, for suffering has made the joys much sweeter … Continue reading Broken Hands