pieces.....

May 22, 2012

He found it buried in the dirt, broken into pieces. Held together by duct tape and barbed wire, it was like a used car left in the weeds. Deliberately forgotten, left there to rust away from disuse. That misshapen thing, buried deep where it might some day rot away to nothing. It’s a terrible thing to find in the dirt, it’s a wonderful thing to pull from the dirt. He carried it gently to his work bench, near his tools, all the while never letting go. Keeping hold. Warming it up. Sometimes that helps, he thought to himself as he carefully examined the treasure he’d found. He built a place for it there, near his own, as was his way in these things. He was a strange man, everything said and done. Even he thought as much. His touch was light as a cloud, careful as only a craftsman can be as he helped the pieces fit back into place. You see, even a man such as he doesn’t have the ability to make everything right, but sometimes, if luck and fortune smile, he is able to help them along. They usually want to go back. Mostly, if you let them, was his thought as he ran a hand over the broken pieces, as he felt those parts which somehow fit together. The man with the Jesus Hands smiled his crooked smile then, as he felt another piece shift.

A heart is terrible thing to find buried in the dirt…

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