I see your pain,
the places where jaws masticated,
flesh was torn,
air stung punctures
and cud was savoured.
Offender took his leave
with no idea of how badly
you were trodden upon;
oblivious to damage,
he went on to bigger and better things,
and earned his wings.
I would say that I’m sorry for your hurt,
so very sorry –
because I am.
those holes –
they give me
the only ray of light I’ve had
down here in years.
They give me
as rain trickles over
your jagged edges.
So don’t waste your energy
seeking Offender long gone;
I am better for your scars,
and know that
I think you’re
Thanks so much!
Oh Wow…the voice of the Beloved speaking into the damaged holes of our hearts. So beautiful and inviting. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you for your lovely words, Glenda!
You’re very welcome! We all have them – so wonderful to know that they can be redeemed and serve a purpose…
This is so lovely! It is my holes that allow others to see me, and through me (through you), God’s light. xo
As always, our best theology comes from art and poetry. Great.
Theology springs from life itself, don’t you think? And as art and poetry necessarily reflect life, they too become spiritual sources. Thanks for your take on this…
Jesus understood this; the incarnational profundities of heaven in a flesh and blood package, dwelling among the pee-ons. God on the street. How sexy is that? Count me in.
Trust you to put things into unusual frames for us! 😉 Duly counted!
Thanks alot, eh.
You might like my poem “Knowing” which is on a similar theme – I think we’re resonating on the same wavelength!
I’ll drop by and check it out – thanks!
WOW-Wonderful, Melody–an anointed message in beautiful verse–I love it!!! God bless you Big–love, Caddo
Thank you Caddo!
This was so beautiful . ..so so beautiful! Thank you for ministering to us through these poems . .. more than you know!
Aw, thanks, Debbie! 🙂
Today’s favorite is easily this one, for me. It is so full of grace and hope.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thank you Wendy!