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the only thing

that matters

is the wound—

from a dark nest

comes gold

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Two Reframings

 

 

 

this wound—

re-teaching my tongue to name it

blessing

 

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a sad song

so beautiful even the skylark

stops to listen

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Wrestling on a Wednesday Evening

 

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.

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