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| Artist: Bie Cookey |
Wounds heal
Scars seal over
Fresh armour plating
Visual reminders
Similar situations Stir
Same feelings
Crop up
An old spiral is set on edge
Waiting to spin
Downward it goes
If we permit the thoughts
Pulled down with it
Counterpoised spin
Unfurl
Unwind
Acknowledge what is past
The faint glimmer of pain
Prepares to flare up
Imminent raging fire again
Holy Spirit of God, Douse the dying embers
Now no more than smoke
God of all creation
Blow the smoke away
To the far corners of creation
Where they will be un recognisable
Watered down by the power of your beauty
Unable to regroup
Unable to cause any further harm
Let my scars be the evidence
That I have lived boldly for Him
And not something I nurse for self pity
Or loathing
Or blame
Or resentment and accusation
Ah but what are these black charred remains?
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