The Hand holds the Good of the Now. We are all sequined selves, turning toward Eternal Light. Everything is. Some hurt. Many things do now. The Eternal Hand Sweeps across the face of the universe. Out of being comes more being. Only because it moves we know it loves. From faith comes hope and because we are, we care. We love the Moving Hand pausing ever so slightly as it passes through us. IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER AND OF THE SON AND OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. AMEN.