Poem: “Wounded Healers”


Wounded Healers

Welcome into my wounded-ness
please rest awhile!

Welcome into the hidden, secret spaces
sin burrowed in my soul.

Welcome into places Satan’s lies
have taken root
leaching my self worth.

Welcome into my wounded-ness,
please anoint me with your healing balm!

Anoint my feelings of rejection
with acceptance and love.

Anoint the pain of imperfection
with the patience of humility.

Anoint the gloom of my wretchedness
with the Light of Truth.

Anoint my pleasure-seeking body
with the scourging of crucifixion.

With infinite trust, my vulnerabilities
gape before your surgeon’s touch.
Fix my brokenness
by the work of your steady hand.

I come to you as your wife,
your friend, your helpmate.
Come to me as Christ.

Enter into His wounds, my Thomas.
Expose your suspicions to the
receptive Christ, who opened His hands
embracing your humanity.

Now, caress my humanity with the Oil of Love.

He invites you/me to hide ourselves,
our vulnerabilities
within His wounds.

Each whispers, “Intra tua vulnera absconde me”.

Bathed in the balm of His blood,
He resurrects our dead flesh,
anointing us as healers in His name.

“Put your hand into my side”, He invites.

Without fear Thomas falls before his savior.
“My Lord and my God”, he exclaims in trust,
Exposing himself to perdition.

“Eat friends, drink. Drink freely of love.”

Believe, my beloved,
that Christ comes to you in my wounded-ness.
You, my wounded healer,
become The Beloved anointing me with life and joy!

“My cup runneth over, my head is anointed with oil.”

Together, from our wedding banquet
to The Banquet prepared for us eternally,
we journey,
wounded hands clasped,
vulnerable hearts beating as one,
In Christ.

Stacy Peterson


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