by Christina Hubbard.
You are the hand,
Maybe a foot.
You do not belong to yourself
You are an honored appendage.
What you do in this kingdom
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the rest of us suffer
When you cease your mercy-giving,
Teaching, miracle-working ways.
Help the helpers.
Be living prayer with the song prayers.
Be the extremity of truth for apostles and prophets.
You are not your own.
Accept your attachment, leader.
Build up the aching body, encourager.
Explain mystery into order, interpreter.
Here, attached to tendons and muscles,
Fills our veins with beating blood