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Posted June 4, 2023 at 5:57 pm

I am blessed to ponder the Hand. There is a faint light that plays over it, across the wrinkled and desiccated skin. To stare at that light is to look through the keyhole of a door, into another world.

I do not attempt to understand what I see, but rather let it wash over my heart and soul.

It is hard out here, every day it is hard. And yet to get to ponder the Hand, the Light... I give thanks everyday.

Sometimes I swear I see the fingers move, a little.

-Writings by a Priest of [REDACTED]