John Lentini

Healing

 

Healing, what be this word?

Describeth it a process

By which one doth become again whole 

 

Thus are we ever healing

For wounded are we every day

                        Wounded

                        Healing

Changing in every way

Leaving and returning

Some returning only part way

 

See us on each other’s faces, wounds of sorts

 

As the rocky shore doth wound the sea

Am I wounded by the force of thine impression

 

Seeth I thine terror

                        Thine pain 

                        thine horror

At such lacerating obstacles

Bleedeth thou unceasingly upon these swords

 

Torn and mangled reacheth thee out for the shore

Then returneth thy to thine source to be reborn

 

The sight of thine blood of foam reacheth to mine core

Yet though I am woundeth, I do not cry

For thy wound on me inflicted heals

In mine mind, such a sight transforms my awareness

 

Wounded be my perception of man’s world

Healed be my perception on thine fold

 

Thus we woundeth and healeth each other

Our worlds lie in contrast

Your wounding gives me insight

Your healing, me wonder