The love of God
in the Carpenter’s scarred hands
Marks embodied
Evermore
Now your thumb heralds love’s sign
Just a careless movement;
A blade pulled out,
Bandaged and left
Awakened to a heart-shaped cut intersecting a deep line
I look to heaven:
What language is this?
Marking bodies with Messages
I see a wound to be healed,
I see a scar never to leave.
Reminding, to everyone you touch
His love extends.
