Wounds

We suffer
into compassion:
love-wounds, lust-wounds,
inordinate and reckless;
grief-wounds, loss-wounds,
inveterate, unhealed;
hate-wounds, rage-wounds,
contagious and pernicious;
joy-wounds, bliss-wounds,
surpassingly sweet.

We bear the cross
of yearning for heaven

(or something like it)
on this pained, stained earth.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-23 at 12:57

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Ashe
So many wounds to bear. This is sad and beautiful.
Ashe
2018-02-24