I, Me and Other
Poetry by Gill Schwartz

SACRAMENTAL WOUNDING

The instrument of my wounding
was a thorn, large, near-lethal,
driven into my young heart
by my mother's fear driven indifference.
Could the naked spirit revealed in that child
accept that it wasn't seen, wasn't cherished?

Finally, when the thorn was lifted out
through relentless inner work and grace,
I was desolated to realize
the hole would never heal,
the scar never release.
I grieved for years and wounded others in my pain.

At last, in vision, inner sight was turned
to look beyond the wound
to what was revealed through it.
Within my heart I found God's Heart.
I'd known it was present all my life, but,
till then, never knew the means to find it.

 

 

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