Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Old Poems. Old Prayers.

Dated: January 12, 2010.  Good ole Xanga.

Sadly, I don't exactly know the truth to my own poem ha.  ... perhaps I do... if it meant what it means now... its applies very nicely...  Same poem.  Same prayer.


To Days Gone by

To Days Gone By

Beneath the scars that remain
Time that cuts ever deep
Wounds, fresh as their beginning

Strength not to heal
Flesh knowing no wisdom
Wounds which resist the change of seasons

Tear open these wounds
Flesh to breathe again the air

Balm to soothe
Flesh to heal
And scars remain no longer.

-J. Wong

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Lord we know the wounds we have bear a purpose, to teach us, challenge us and remind us. But some we hold ourselves, to our desires, in pettiness, jealous and bitterness. Help us distinguish between the two, that we may -- in even our wounds, live and love for you.

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