Wounds

Sunshine in an
epidemic
morning,
like a
taste of
heaven,
deep in hell.
A ray
of hope,
in chilly
springtime.
Sunshine,
like God’s smile,
calms my soul.

Blue sky and
wispy clouds,
high over
melting snow.
Birds have
returned
from sunny
warmer places;
things are
going just
as they
should do.

It’s time
for trust,
and patience.
Our world
may heal.
I hope her
secret wounds
are not
too great.
Wounds don’t heal
with tears
as ointments.
They heal
sometimes
with time
and care.

I can’t see
past dark eyes
that will
not smile.
There’s stories
there,
buried
deep enough,
I may
never know.
Someday,
I may
listen,
if it helps.
For now
the only thing
is hope.

2 thoughts on “Wounds

  1. I love that song, you are my sunshine, my only sunshine…..you make me happy when life feels grey. We give thanks for summertime, a day of hope shines through.

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