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.
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One Response
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.