“The wound is the place where the light enters you” –Rumi
(A Lenten Meditation)
Open to the lashing
receive the light.
Be acquainted then,
With the great longing sorrow
that is life in a separated world.
Be, that you may know the Light
the Light that comes to the wound-ness
The hatred-filled gaping
The envious otherness of twisted humanness-
Be, that you may shine brightly in the darkness.
Be, that you would fill with overflowing healing presence-
From your own wells dug deep in valleys of bitter weeping.
Be the salt.
Be the light.
Be the wounded healing light that wraps and wraps and covers nakedness.
Be the soft sound of cool hand to fevered brow.
Be the reason in the madness.
Be light of new world.
Be Home, beacon porch light for the wandering masses.
Be in the Image
Be in the Likeness
Be in the presence of Light
The One Pierced for our birthing.
(c)Christina Dammerman 2019