Your Fingers Can Hold Me There

My God, I wish to give you the gift you so much desire; 

I wish to commit myself to you once and for all,

so there shall be no taking back.

I cannot commit myself into your hands, O God, 

I cannot do it;

but yet I can commit myself into your hands;

for though I cannot keep myself there,

your fingers can hold me there, 

your strong, gentle fingers 

always giving way and never letting go;

your wise subtle fingers, 

wrestling so gently against my puny rebellions,

that I tire myself trying to climb out of your hands,

and come to rest at last in those wounded palms.

(a prayer of Austin Farrar; photo by HeteroSapiens via pixabay.com)