
[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.
Ya'll, thanks for sharing.
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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.
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