Beat your plowshares into swords and your pruning hooks into spears;
Let the weak say, “I am a mighty man.” – Joel 3:10
Let’s say these scars are the places
the sun shines through. The places the
world leaked in. The spaces we’ve had,
and been. The places we’ve seeped and
steeped ourselves in sorrow, hope
and loss. Let’s sharpen our own rough
edges on their tattered tear, share
the crosses they might bear and
raise ourselves again, from dust.
What sayeth thee?
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 7.