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Wounds

They arrive early,
piercing childhood
the way arrows strike the sides
of deer as they raise
their necks from a forest pond:
The stare, the arrow only deep
enough to wound, the zag,
the stumble, the escape,
the emerging scar.

Wounds fold inside
us in jagged rows
the way skin gathers at the bleed,
or ground seams where
grave diggers have shoveled.

Patients beg that we absorb their blood,
replace their tears,
drink their pain,

as if we could turn
cut  hearts
into origami angels.

Yes, Love can cancel tears.
But, wounds always scar.

   What affect do your scars have on your world view? How do you accept the Love as a healing force?

-Erie Chapman

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4 responses to “Day 196 – Wounds”

  1. ~liz Wessel Avatar
    ~liz Wessel

    Thanks for sharing your heart’s poem. In response to your questions, I think the St. Frances prayer expresses my thoughts best.
    Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
    where there is hatred, let me sow love;
    where there is injury, pardon;
    where there is doubt, faith;
    where there is despair, hope;
    where there is darkness, light;
    and where there is sadness, joy.
    O Divine Master,
    grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
    to be understood, as to understand;
    to be loved, as to love;
    for it is in giving that we receive,
    it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
    and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
    Amen.
    I also offer my heart’s humble poem that I wrote this morning.
    Summer breathes steamy hot
    Yet, I feel winter’s cold cutting deep
    Times busy hands slow
    I sit amidst wonderings
    Washes through me in translucent waves
    Flows out on sighs release
    I move to gather bits of normalcy
    Only to find myself
    Sitting again
    Gentle breeze awaking
    Flutters hair across my unveiled face
    Sun shimmers, His rays dance
    So far, reaching out to greet me
    Light giving warmth
    On a soft touch whispers
    You are not alone
    ~liz

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  2. Lorilee Amlie Avatar
    Lorilee Amlie

    Thank you for this beautiful poem, was it written by you Erie? The part of me that loves animals of course was very focused on the poor deer that was hit by the arrow but after rereading the poem a couple more times, I understood more what I think it was trying to tell me. I don’t think my scars affect my world view, maybe I am wrong. I like to think I live in the present and not my past. Wounds always scar, but this may or may not be a bad thing.

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  3. Victoria Facey Avatar
    Victoria Facey

    How beautiful these writings are; everything else seems like light wind moving around me. There are times I am numb in handling pain and remembrance, however you both have given me peace from the effects of scarring and what is often left behind.
    I am so touched by the tenderness of your poetry today…Victoria.

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  4. Barbara Turnblom,Mason, LVN, St. Joe's Home Health Avatar
    Barbara Turnblom,Mason, LVN, St. Joe’s Home Health

    I am a home health nurse, currently on medical leave for surgical repair of carpel tunnel and torn meniscus. when I spoke with the surgeon abouth the consent I asked if we could use it as a prayer tool. He said yes. then I told him there were about 42 patients I wanted to add. I am humbly a good nurse, not such a good , patient, I have very little patience and am all the above. I also asked if he could try to heal the wounds in my heart. My doctor said Barb, Im beginning to wonder if you are of sound mind to sign this consent. I told him, so many of our patient are seen only by us , once a day, a few times a week. I know they will get excellent care in my absence Anyway, this was 2 days before my surgery and we finally agreed I wasnt crazy. But before he had the anesthesiologist put me under, he said we have to get this girl back on her feet and out in the field and requested a brief moment of silence for the home health patients. I will never forget that.\

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