When the blister heals, water stings the opening.
I itch after the sunburn eases.
As the scrape on my right foot heals,
I feel bumpy scabs tighten across my skin.
And I’m wondering, Healing God,
about the pink and purple
and yellow and green
dyeing my healing bruise.
By what change, what beauty
what discomfort, what surprise,
will you heal me, God?
On second thought,
like the vaccination needle
maybe it’s better
if I don’t know
what’s coming next.
do what you think is best.
Comfort the fever of my resistance.
Dress the wound of my pride,
And cover the nakedness of my deepest pain.
In and through Christ, I pray. Amen.
© Amy Persons Parkes 2011
Written as part of my final project for the Two Year Academy of Spiritual Formation #30