Forgiven fingers rhythm
Faltering hands are given

To a worthwhile work
as an unstained palette's clerk.

Forgiven fingers rhythm
Faltering hands are given

Strength to hold a truth
lifted by holyness proved...

Holyness Proved. ?

Holyness is a concept, scratch that, a truth I find hard to handle. Not because it is hot but because it can find itself awkward in my hands. Like something that has too many ridges on it. You know it will fit neatly somewhere but you just havent worked out where yet. So it remains, tossed and turned. And too often put down so you can hold onto something else. But it has a place. Omnipresently so. It will touch everything you touch necessarily and in result beautifully.

I think the difficulty is that here my hands are set before my holyness. Holyness is not to be grafted on like a new vine. Holyness is the root and main body around which our hands must be grafted. It must establish itself purely first.

And is this not true of new life?

What do we institute?