Thursday, September 27, 2012

Shaped

Shaped
as I am
by uncertain
hands
can I ever
be fit
for meaning?

11 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Hmmmm I've been asking that question for some time now!!!

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

I'm not even sure what meaning is, or if it's real
~rick

Mary said...

Now that is the philosophical question of the day!! Smiles.

Brian Miller said...

i think the greatest meaning often lies within imperfect hands....

PattiKen said...

If we could find any certain hands, the search for meaning would be meaningless. How boring.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Such a restive and yet peaceful sense in this for me--

Fireblossom said...

The poem speaks, and not only that, It has a question about itself! How cool is that?

Dave King said...

This I like... though it may be too deep for me.

my heart's love songs said...

stunning!

happygirl said...

He was fearfully and wonderfully made, and then god gave him to me. These uncertain hands did the best they could.

hedgewitch said...

Meaning as random and as necessary as the lighting of a butterfly on a pollen drenched flower serves this little gem up perfectly.