by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
You pour both grace
and healing rays
my pain retreated and back stays
the stab has let up
bulges gone
and what was displaced is now on
there seems no crumble now
nor wrench
but bones intact
with nerves and flesh
and all aligned
like hand with nail
and thorny crown
and spear impale
some wounds must be
to make all whole
the shaft must run right through my soul
to let Your light gets past, around
and fill my mind
Your voice the sound
You bled
that all my hurts would go
and with Yours
mercy for all flow
so when
one day
I cannot stand
I'll know
that guidance is Your hand
supplying each of us as need
with virtue and Your flesh You feed
each plaintive mouth
that cries Your name
Beloved
is reborn by Your flame
