A heavy heart operates its hands like a small fleet of construction trucks. Together, they build or destroy.
They move as the heart guides them. They take on many works.
The illustrated hand that I included for today’s post is one I created with a very unprofessional hand. But as I drew it, I wondered what the other hand was doing.
My wife, though, said it looked like a raptor when she saw it.
Maybe because the news this morning was awful. On the south side of the city, someone used a brutal, heartless hand to murder a university professor.
His wife dialed 911. The children were away and playing at a marching band competition. The police had to stop the school busses as they drove into town.
And now, with heavy hearts, we must all join hands. And choose to build as best we can.