Poem for Holy Week
I cannot take pain apart and put myself back together.
Am I left alone with the fissure in my heart?
I have cried for healing.
There is no man.
You are not fixing my wounds my Lord.
There is bleeding and You have left me Your Cross only.
Am I left alone with my row cracks and ruptures?
Let me wear Your Wounds.
May Your wounds become my badge.
May Your wounds become my rest.