damage is often hidden, blurred in the flutter
of our wings, yet is
impossible to conceal
from anyone alert to how we feel despite
appearances…
who cares to let love and truth
be their guide, stay open to sweet, new
vistas of birdsong—prayers
for healing inside
this poem appears in my book Roses in Winter and is about the need we have to be healed where we have been wounded, so that we may fly, as we were born to do; there is nothing that needs be done, from the Lord’s perspective, that hasn’t been done through the atoning, redeeming act of Christ’s Sacrifice for us that might prevent this healing from staying