presents the hand
I was vacuuming the studio this morning.
I saw this piece of bark and was happy to have something solid to suck up.
And it wasn't until I heard it start to rattle up through the vacuum that I realized, too late, that it was Jesus' hand.
A wooden Jesus my Grampa made. I was always kind of fascinated by its blocky exuberance. Both happy and creepy.
His hands had always looked so fragile. And in a recent dusting accident, one broke off. I hadn't gotten around to gluing it back on.	When the farm in Manitoba was sold, the cousins all took turns selecting stuff to take from old sheds. I chose a Buddha that had belonged to my other Grandfather.
updated March 24, 2007 by jason turner home