In life one will be wounded <br />from that, there’s no escape <br />it’s what we do with wounds <br />that gives our life it’s shape. <br /> <br />When cheek is smacked or spat at <br />will other turn away, or will it <br />give itself and enter in the fray? <br /> <br />The truth of life is borne in pain <br />like kernel deep within the nut <br />and just as nut must crack and open <br />so life its truth, in pain is spoken. <br /> <br />The truth is love and love bleeds hearts <br />it calls forth all and makes ends starts <br />for love does not hold on to wrong <br />but clasps it in a mighty song <br /> <br />that celebrates and pays the bill <br />and helps the wounded up the hill <br />where meal is shared in banquet great <br />and Love itself is on the plate.<br /><br />Midifo Yearns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wounds-of-life/
