our scars…
Your scars, Lord,
are the script of our
hearts
writ large and visible
by the minutes of
our lives.
pity the man
the woman who have
none
at all…
for they have not
lived.
even more to be pitied
is the one who
runs
from things or
hearts
that would scar them…
for they
fear
to live.
most to be pitied
is the man
the woman
who would
erase
their scars completely…
for they would forget
what it means
to live.
You did NOT
live this way
nor did You
teach
us to live this way,
Lord.
not at all.
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