In life one will be wounded
from that, there’s no escape
it’s what we do with wounds
that gives our life it’s shape.
When cheek is smacked or spat at
will other turn away, or will it
give itself and enter in the fray?
The truth of life is borne in pain
like kernel deep within the nut
and just as nut must crack and open
so life its truth, in pain is spoken.
The truth is love and love bleeds hearts
it calls forth all and makes ends starts
for love does not hold on to wrong
but clasps it in a mighty song
that celebrates and pays the bill
and helps the wounded up the hill
where meal is shared in banquet great
and Love itself is on the plate.
Midifo Yearns
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wounds-of-life/
