reflections on the wounded healer

take me there
the way that leads us past
solemn crowds
downcast
i want to dance
in full view
of all the wasteland
poets who
open their mouths
to deny the truth

#2

no one could take your hope
not with whips or words
nor friends who fled into the world
not with nails or wood or shameful scorn
it was a flame which burst
swallowing death
consuming the criminal
on your left

#3

to grieve a loss
to mourn because
a soul burdened must find some repose
a wound must close
to heal
i am not a man of steel
but flesh and bone
when i bend
i break
once i’m broken it’s over
no more lingering delusions to offer
a piece of me holds life eternal
and the god of all says
that is why i’ve come
the wounded healer

#4

of all the joys
i think you best
the power you posses
to turn a heart like this
to blaze
when not so many days
ago
i was agape
with wounds and woe
your song in dark hours arose
lifting me from the throes
a soul restored
a child wanted
despite my imperfect performance
and the charge against me so enormous

#5

i refuse to carry this cross any longer
i will throw myself upon it
and die a thousand times familiar
to reach that hope beyond all hope
and leave confusion to the scholars

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