and these wounds and scars have never left my side
and all this pain is more than just a memory
and every time I see you cry
and weep for love with written words
my insides open up again, with pain? Yes.
Aching, grasping
for my death?
No. Not for something so defeated.
Now wrenched open not to bleed again
(while drowning in the dark
my trembling hands
found purchase in the light)
Rather, I suffer now to give you hope
from my innermost being
flow rivers of living water
rushing through my veins
once slit
now healed
rippling beneath my eyes
once dead
alive with light and staring
"From death into undying life" I call
And whisper in the dark
of grace and life forevermore |
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