Healing

Healing Process November 11 2009


An injured hand that’s bleeding still.

From more than a week ago.

It’s not just sliced – there’s a crater,

A hole where flesh was torn away.

All that must fill in before finally

The pain and blood can start abating.

It’s not unlike what happens when we lose

Our closest friend and spouse –

It digs an aching hole in life and heart –

A cavern, dark and agonizing.

It takes a long time to fill itself and heal --

For us to freely live again,

No longer always conscious of the hurt.

When my finger heals,

There’ll be a scar, and part will still be numb –

Permanent reminders of this gash.

It’s the same as with the heart wound from my loss –

Though life goes on, I’m changed, forever.