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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

We Carry Our Wounds

I am not a mechanism; an assembly of various sections.
And it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly,
that I am ill.
I am ill because of wounds deep to the soul,
to the deep emotional self
and the wounds to the soul take a long, long time,
only time can help
And patience, and a certain difficult repentance,
Long difficult repentance, realization of life’s mistake,
and the freeing oneself
from the endless repetition of the mistake
Which mankind at large has chosen to sanctify.
                                           DH Lawrence, "The Healing"
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there are wounds
that go deep to the soul

and we carry those wounds
every day
every moment

so often it is our soul that is lacerated
by failure, or rejection
by hate or fear

but no part of us is left untouched
we carry our wounds in our hearts
broken by the sin of the world

in our minds, unquiet and chaotic

in our bodies
tired and bent
full of pain
and dis-ease

we are cracked vessels

we search for healing in exercise
and health foods
but no number of steps, no amount of kale
can touch this fragility

no pills
no amount of alcohol]
can ease the pain

only the gentle warmth of Sacred Presence
filling us
freeing us to walk pathways
which are fresh and new

only the Spirit
which has the power to change our souls
(we call this repentance)

can create in us
sanctity
sanctuary

healing

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