Now the God of peace, that brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant, Make you perfect in every good work to do his will, working in you that which is wellpleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ; to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen. Hebrews 13:20-21
So curious a creature are we,
ingenious in the ways of war,
yet perplexed by wounds,
ever so greater,
than any weapon,
could ever conceive.
Wounds so deep,
into the hearts,
of our smallest children,
that no medicine made,
today or tomorrow,
could ever lift the pain,
piercing through.
Fatal wounds inflicted,
by those they love most,
in acts of anger,
in acts of arrogance,
in tearing away,
from the gift they call love.
When the hope dies,
along with worthiness,
the wounded child,
remains small,
though the body may grow,
to adulthood,
to accountability.
Where, then, do they turn,
when they scream out for love,
from a deadened heart,
pushed so deeply,
into a box,
of protective devices,
flushed by deadening tasks?
Who, then, can see,
into the callused eyes,
shielding the soul,
from any possibility,
of additional wounds.
Only the Son of Light,
can burn so bright,
as to see into the depths,
of a lightless life.
Only the Son of Life,
can loosen the sword,
of tainted love,
and killing words,
to free the fatal wound,
in the deadened heart,
of a little child,
now the shape of a man.
It is only the Son,
who called us from birth,
set angels at our side,
and prayed with our prayers,
until the day,
we were ready to heal.
It is only the Son,
who’s dark crimson blood,
entered into the wound,
lubricating the weapon,
only He could remove,
cauterizing the opened cavity,
filling it with the endless gift,
of God’s perfect love.
Written 11-15-1998
Tags: Angel, Anger, Arrogance, Blood, Child, Gift, God, Healed, Healing, Heart, Love, Man, Medicine, Pain, Protection, Scream, Son, Weapons, Wounds
Linda J. Humes 