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[Being wounded] came effortlessly,

like an comfortable sweater

she put it on easily, too often.

Frayed and worn,

pain became her fate.

[Being changed]is hard, and only

comes by choosing.  An old woman or a toddling child,

each must take

a step.  It’s faith in the making.

Being wounded or being changed

comes in the choosing.

Published by Melody Harrison Hanson

I’m an over thinker and incessant seeker. I’m grateful for God’s grace. This is a quiet, contemplative blog. I write my poetry, essays and offer my photographs. I hope you will stay and read a while. All photography and words are mine, unless noted. Find me on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram.

Thanks so much for reading and sharing.

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