Wounded for Me


What was it like to know a love that never faltered

One so rich it never had to begin;

Woven in the gentle fabric of your Being,

Interlaced and fitted in the Joy of Three?

Then…..what was it like, I (try to) imagine

When you remained quiet during many shameful scornings,

But could not be silenced when my sin cloaked your eyes,

When you cried to Your Self, now feeling so far away

With your identity turned inside out:

{{{My God My God Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me}}}

What was it like for You

To lose a love so great
to gain my love so broken?

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