Transcending Pain Through Sharing Love

My Holy Sibling, so beloved,
I see and would kiss your scars,
The ones on your body,
Evidence of life’s trials,
Or the ones on your heart.
Those I feel rather than see,
Evidence of life’s saber edges
That once wounded so deeply.
And though I hope not
To make scars disappear,
I trust my tender Love
Would open them up
So your own light
Can burst through them
To heal the world.

beautiful heart