June 18, 2009
Wonderfully
chained to a heart wounded by love unrequited ,
of deep passions divine power dunks
in reds, pulsing of forgiveness. Love
I can not pay my song;
waste of tenderness, my God wounded
with crown of thorns, bread broken and shared, redeeming cross
pregnant in salvation.
That I'm happy for your everlasting mercy!
That hurts me for having offended you!
Let me bleed to love your heart!
That unnerved me to feel your thorns!
What I hope with your resurrection! ...
and I'm like you, too wounded.
ZLK / Poem to S. Heart, June 18, 2004
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