Saturday, April 14, 2018
Wounded
Wounded
God found me
and wounded me
into being.
I was safe before,
waiting for nothing
and then something
took me
into a strange place,
where I could not find God
nor hear my own voice.
"Who are these others?"
I asked, me without words.
"Why am I here?"
I wondered.
Silence surrounded me,
resonated in my cells.
Finally I found music.
Finally I found trees.
Even words
pressed from my mouth.
Then one day
I found out who I was.
Something called love
entered my body.
Now I look around
and see myself everywhere,
shining, beautiful,
complete.
Dorothy Walters
April 14, 2018
(image from internet)
