Healing
The desire to grow without dying
reveals not all childish things have been put away.
This was the still and wounding prick
Peter felt during the cock-crow at dawn.
Boy, I bet that was quite the morning, huh? –
a warm-up crucifixion before the main event.
All illusions of hasty transformations were squashed
as the sun began its crawl over Golgotha.
There the stony disciple began his betrayal of
the gross inadequacy of speedy recoveries
in favor of the long difficult repentance
required to save the soul.
There are days when I wish the journey were not quite so long or so difficult. But most of the time, I’m grateful for the gift of time and the gift of repentance. Thanks, as always, John.
a warm-up crucifixion…
Amen.
Thank you. Did not know if I would find words to be real to me tonight or not. I did.