The wound is the place where the light enters you.
—Rumi
Even knowing that a wound becomes
an entry point for light, I do not want
the wound. I have been wounded, am
wounded, and yes, I have felt the light
touch even the most vulnerable places
with inconceivable tenderness,
but tonight I am not strong enough
to pray that the wound stays open.
Tonight all I want is for the ache
to stop, not just for me, but for the whole
aching world. Light is not all
that enters the wound. Any orchardist
can tell you what happens to an injured fruit.
Is it so wrong to want to ripen?
I can see my ideas are small. I go to push them
out of the way and I am dwarfed by them.
How strange to pray that I might want to pray
for a wound to stay open. One day,
perhaps, we will all have been wounded
enough that we will be made entirely of light.
One day, perhaps, it will be more painful
not to be wounded, not to be open
to anything that arrives to enter.
Since discovering your blog a few months back, I have been astounded many times at how your words resonate with my life. This post and the preceding one about words landing as blades really hit home … whether the two are related in your experience, they certainly are in mine! This note is to thank you for the light you’ve just shone into one of my enduring wounds, through a sense of kinship.
Thank you, a whole big bouquet of thank yous. I am so grateful to know that they have resonanceit¹s such a strange practice, this putting poems into the world every day. If I could stop, perhaps I would, but every day it rises up to continue. And then a note such as this, well, it goes a long way. Thank you, Rosemerry
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How touching! You truly have a talent for writing and this is such an astounding piece. Good job!
This one, ah, such passion and power. That the wound and the light inhabit this poem together is extraordinary. I love the line where you say one day we will be made entirely of light. Such a big poem in such a small space.