Jagged, dimpled mass
An ugly reminder of bone deep pain
That no one but He can see.
Tears and hope slathered on
Reusable, endless salve
That slowly heals and softens scabs
So healing can begin.
Relationships scattered
Across lines in the sand
After comparing records of wrongs
Few neutrals remain intact.
Brave contact, courageous few
Gather wood and tools to build
A simple bridge of planks and rope
Across the landmined path.
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