THE WOUNDED HEART OF A WRESTLING SOUL



Today, on Human Rights Day, my heart aches for all the hidden violations of human rights…


My heart, filled with sorrow

Some can see, others not

Almost none can understand

Iceberg made of tears


Careless crashes 

Countless shatters 

Callous people

Condescending control


The world we live in

So cold, so clinical

Yottabytes* of information

Yoctobytes** of insight


Entitled fat cats with loud mouths

Who furiously campaign in public

But relentlessly abuse in private

Violators of human rights


Warm tears frozen hard in

Raging oceans of indifference

Revealing a mere tiny tip

Concealing the true depth


I saw it in her eyes

I felt it in my being

I felt it in my heart

I felt it where it hurt


Who hurt you, sweetheart?

Who violated the sanctity

Of your inner being?

Who maimed your soul?


Who so selfishly took

That which you did not offer?

And who so boldly offered a sacrifice

You can never take back?


Sweet precious child, nevermind

I don’t need to know who it was

I know it happened, I sure do

I feel your pain, it hurts me too


My hands are old and my skin pale

But love doesn’t have colour

And compassion doesn’t age

When you’re ready, I’ll be here


He was first, gentle & kind

Heart of my heart

Flesh of my flesh

Pain so excrutiating


Discover devastating deception

Preaches of pseudo profundities

False gospel, fake righteousness

Loveless hearts filled with judgement


It hurt you, it hurt me too

But I have found the real deal

Humble, imperfect people

Hearts filled with unconditional love


They reflect the real Jesus

The One Who loves you

Just as you are, waiting

With His arms open wide


They don’t have all the answers

But together we journey, come with us

They embrace all of me, and

You are just like me


Others are somewhere between

Quizzes and dance classes

On the lido decks 

Of sailing cruise ships


We are somewhere between

Broken people and pieces

On the open air deck

Of the sinking Titanic


We cannot contain this

We cannot control this

Sometimes it consumes us

But it will never devour us


One day, One will come to thaw

My iceberg and embrace my depth

He wil absorb all my warm tears

Into His wellspring of clear Living Water


Perfect, pure LOVE

Author of LIFE

In Him I hope

For all eternity



*Yotta- is a prefix which indicates ten to the power 24

**Yocto- is a prefix which indicates ten to the power -24


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