
Before my limbs fail
The entwined roots of ordained generations
Steady my posture
At the rock of sacrifice
As my body becomes unfeigned presence
I extend my arms from my trunk
As sturdy limbs from an old oak
Reaching to lift up broken souls
The snapped twigs fallen upon earth
My two branches exposing
Thirty-six rings if cut
Fixed naturally with palms toward the sky
To catch grace as raindrops
For my beggar’s lips
Parched from unanswered pleas
My arms outstretched endure the weighty lives
Of sojourners hollowed out by sorrow
Or seekers rotting by disease or grief
Before my limbs fail
The yearning of the orphan
Or the cry of the widow
My heart longs for springtime
So once more standing in cruciform
I sing of healing and exhale for justice
Crying out on behalf of the starving
Over today’s bread

Saturday April 9, 1983 John and Rosemary Raab Bishop William McManus




