The Gargoyle – Idol Hands
Posted on Oct 25th 2008 by davidc.
I watch as the men move about me. Their hands are callused from the work they do. The women who come to clean my altar have hands worn thin with wear. I consider the work they do. They toil in the field, turning the earth and planting seeds. In the woods the swing their axe against mighty trees. Their boats come together in the river to draw nets filled with fish. The mighty among them face the terror of the beasts and bring them back for food and clothing. In the home the meat is tenderized and cooked, the doe is kneaded and the butter churned, clothing is made and mended and the cleaning never stops. All this they do and give me their thanks.
