unlearning to re-learn
I thought my right hand would rule well
I thought familiarity and comfort signalled confidence and faith
But my efforts were put down
The bell in return rang rays of messy voices
I silenced my left hand for too long
I forgot I began with my left
But I left
Because I wanted to run and seek something else
-
My mother told me I was not swinging the bell right
This time I let the moment fall to where it wanted it to be
My left hand directed my head and controlled the swing
I labelled my left as clumsy
I felt weak
To my surprise
The bell cried out with rays of freedom and strength
I pray for my left to lead the way
Once again--
To another decade
To give me faith
And an anchor.
--
^ One night before Easter Sunday. Evening prayer time with mum, sister and brother.
