Convocation

A strange meeting.

Prayerful, with eyes lowered and bowed heads.

This convocation of hands

Graceful as  dancers; steadily

Holding life and limb-

A silent congregation, intent

Upon salvation. Invoking healing,

as if souls, not mouths, could converse.

All in Accord, held by a moment

bathed in light. 

Yet moving mechanically, as the many parts of a wound watch.

 

© Tom Tide 2016

 

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