Wounded

“Hearts Live By Being Wounded”

― Oscar Wilde

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my heart beats,

faithfully keeping time

with the music of my soul

racing at times

perhaps

at times skipping a beat

it is fragile and permeable

so many things touch it

alas, so many things wound it

greed and hate

Oh yes

All actions of those who would use and abuse

other people

the land

right now my heart feels

tattered

affronted

violated

and yet

when I return to my heart

bleeding as it is

I find it pulses still with hope

For this heart knows there are other heart

Other precious souls

That dance to the same music

That there are people who seek justice

And equity

Who want to protect the vulnerable

And help those in need

Who have compassion not pity

And who build up, rather than shape

It is in our mutual woundedness that we find each other

And our blood mingles

In the sharing of the cup

That blood

And in the breaking of the bread

That body

And so we live