Play me like an instrument –
A harp of many strings –
The scars are tied to ligaments
That stretched for men and kings.
Pluck me like a psaltery
For music’s still small song –
The wounds are knotted into notes
Transposing good from wrong.
Touch me like a sounding board –
A lyrical re-frame –
The marks were carved by implements
As symbols for My Name.
Strum me like a sympathy –
Behold my hands and feet –
Empirical as empathy –
Handle me, and see.
(6 December 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
Friday, December 11, 2009
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