this wound (poem)

it is hard to diagnose

we carry it around

having trouble with love

we don’t know why

we think it is the other person

some of us think we are better than the other

some of us, we think we are worse

we forget how to treat the other

expecting more, receiving less

giving more, getting less

more broken open

more empty

less ourselves

lost

and there

hiding in the depths

undetected

–the wound–

it came as a reward maybe

or maybe we took it as a compliment

perhaps we were finally accepted

it may have been our first accomplishment,

our first experiment,

our first unnecessary atonement for hating ourselves too much…

the prognosis

it is not good

how can a wound be healed

when a person doesn’t even know a wound exists

fading away

falling away

forsaking self to embrace the crime of spirit annihilation

unloved?

could the first one who stopped loving your soul be you?

it may not have been

struck in the heart

a flesh and spirit penetration

who placed in you this wound?

it is not always you

it is not always them

still the wound exists

know that it can be removed

For we use the word ‘evil’ in two senses: first, when we say that someone has done evil; and second, when we say that someone has suffered evil…It is unjust action, not unjust suffering, that constitutes sin…Augustine, On Free Choice of the Will

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poetry, articles, thoughts, and quotes... on a quest to be authentic in my motherhood, sisterhood, and daughterhood, but i can tend to become Juvenalian sometimes, maybe in writing but also in life, reading Swift's "A Modest Proposal" as if i were hearing a friend speak to me about the how ridiculous some ideas can become, especially when they begin to drift into reality, mocking all of us really... i identify with Mary Magdalene, James, and Peter and am extremely grateful for that woman who said, "Yes!"...oh and i can be pretty lame...blessings to you, dear reader...pray for a single mother, her children, and the father of her children today!
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9 Responses to this wound (poem)

  1. linneann says:

    This line really moves me: “could the first one who stopped loving your soul be you?” It is exquisite and provocative to the point of discomfort. If we deny that our own creation is worthy of “love,” what are we left with? We must then deny His perfection and that leads to all kinds of chaos.

    • That’s a nice reading…It was nice to hear what you drew out of the lines…I appreciate you letting me know how it affects you because I never really know how it will after I slap it up on the post…Thank you and God bless:)

      • linneann says:

        I don’t think you “slap” anything up there. I hope you are keeping up with your “pressures” well and peacefully.

      • My last Stephen Ministry training class is on Sat., but the boys still have a lot of end of school year events…Their dad is also coming at the end of May. He has not been around for two and a half years, so I am…I don’t know about it… Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts…

      • linneann says:

        I understand. I will pray.

  2. Mrs. O says:

    I need to reflect on this as it is beautiful! Unjust suffering is not a sin but acts is what Augustine was saying? Because we get to process our suffering in how we will respond – evil for evil, good in face of evil?

    • I am glad you liked it and that it was thought provoking. There is suffering, without a doubt, but sometimes we think we are the cause when we are not OR we think everyone else is the cause when we are. Of course this just pertains to sinful actions that cause suffering. God bless…Have a wonderful day…

  3. Holly J. Harrington says:

    Your in my prayers God Bless. The Blessed Mother was a single mother to. She is wonderful. So is her Son whom I have a great deal of love for.

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