His hands wide open
Stretched to hold 
Kind Joseph’s calloused palm 
Then reached to grasp sweet Mary’s hair
That was gently hanging down

Hands that multiplied five loaves 
Held a child in their embrace
Lifted a man to walk again
Then touched a leper’s face

Hands that shared the wine and bread
And washed our dirty feet
Were nailed wide open on the Cross
Their work for us complete

Hands Wide Open by Peter Caligiuri
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