Life
does not consist
of
accumulating
small comforts
but
of
accumulating
many wounds

small
and great

held
with patient
care

slowly

metabolized

and

given back
to the
wounding
and
wounded world
as
broken balm.

You can hear a conversation about this poem on the Reformed Journal Podcast.

Photo by Luis Quintero on Unsplash

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One Response

  1. Thanks for this. What few wounds I’ve received I pray turned to broken balm for others This poem would fit well with 2 Cor 1.

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