Wound

The shawl of self is
split and broken,
gaping yaws of pain,
which lets new light
into the soul; knits
as scar; regains.
The wound does show
the way within, a
tender, shining mark,
which holds the truth
of all we are – reveals
God’s touch as art. 

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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