Wounded One

How can you love me

Love me still

I see you as if you stepped off the cross

In the moment of your death

Covered with wounds

And with bloodied feet

You walk on these stones

to comfort me

And your wounded hands

Wipe away my tears

And the salt water must sting the cuts in your hands

But you pick me up

and you spin me around

and you dance with me till I laugh again

And you hold my hand with your wounded one

and you place my hand

on the hole in your side

And I see what you did

and I see how you suffered

And your eyes never left me

since the moment you saved me

How do you have so much love and compassion

how do you see me still

How do you have so much love and compassion

for all my little falls

How do you look through a haze of pain

and see only my own

How do you kneel on those wounded knees

to meet my downcast eyes

How do you have so much love and compassion

When you are the wounded one

Beth Anne's Poetry