STLT#320, The Pen Is Greater

I wish…

I wish I felt better so I could really dig into this hymn.

I wish I had looked ahead and scheduled a Hymn-by-Hymn conversation with Suzanne Fast about this hymn.

I’ll just say that having had a conversation with Suzanne at General Assembly, I now understand how difficult this embracing our bodies without shaming our bodies for the ways they work, move, and look can be.

The pen is greater than the sword.
To wield a blade or write a word
we need the skill which hands accord.

A surgeon takes a knife to heal;
assassins do the same to kill.
Each acts according to their will.

I pick the cherries from a tree,
or break the branch and let it die.
For good or ill, my hands are free.

With fingers I can soothe a brow,
or make a fist and strike a blow,
kindness or cruelty bestow.

Then let us now this lesson see:
like life itself our hands can be
for evil used, or charity.

My analytical abilities continue to be put off by a flu that has settled into my shoulder, causing great pain. I’m on anti-virals and muscle relaxers to ease it out; they’re starting to work, but I am Flexeril-loopy.

Anyway – have at it: the song about assassins and hands.

At least it’s not a cankerworm?

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1 Comment

  1. I’d offer an opinion here, but I’m suffering from chemo brain (Treatment #6 out of 12 — yay!) so I’m not much more use than you. I never used this hymn, and now I’m glad (especially because two of the symptoms I’m on are finger neuropathy and acute sensitivity to cold in my hands and mouth such that I never should put my hands in the freezer or handle ice cubes, never eat ice cream or drink iced coffee.)

    Sorry I can’t help with the hymn, except to say it’s really weird and I’m glad I never used it. I’ll stop whining now.


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