Internal Medicine
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And you will say: ‘Love! Love!
without your wound
being closed.
~ Lorca, “Towards” (Hacia)
You strip the skin and flesh first. Then you break
The ribs. You have to get far past the wound
To show it that it doesn’t count. Its ache
Is colored like defeat but not cocooned
In heart’s protection, injury yet one
That need not spread its wings, a would-be moth
But maybe you can give it to the sun
And let it change to Monarch wings. Ache’s cloth
Is not a bandage but instead the hem
Of Jesus’ robe. If you can find the phrase
Required, then loves themselves combined condemn
And work their miracle with healing ways.
A set of flesh and soul will close and cure
When pain defies. You choose. You must endure.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Jul 22, 2024 | CH, HE, ST, UN, Uncategorized |