Secret Scars...

Secret Scars...
August 2007

Current mood: thoughtful Category: Life

Tonight in thinking about the camp, I thought of this poem I wrote years ago that's a part of my own story... and the story of the kids this week...

SECRET SCARS

The secret scars upon the heart
are deeper than those by
lash and rod.
They bruise
and mar for them
the very face of God.
A hurtful thing is
innocence betrayed-
At the hand of someone older
but not wiser.

Ten thousand hurts were mine
during my "glorious days of youth".
Before I could understand.
Before I could stand against
the beatings.
And yet- I know the glory
of the wounded hands reaching
out to mine.

4/1/88 Friday, Late night.