Leather strap between clenched teeth
Anguished cries are stifled
Anesthesia of ancient warrior
Tourniquet squeezes hard
A line drawn, living flesh
Excruciating wound seeping death
Suffering too great to bear
It must be torn away
Survival through a hideous cut
Battle weary, weakness comes
Bravery on display
Hot knife sears muscle, saw grating bone
Who would ever imagine
No end to agony?
For valiant battle to come to this
But screams of pain testify
Across the fields of death
That LIFE rages on
And faithful are the wounds of a Friend.
Hey Girl,
Wow, what a raw blog…..makes me wonder if you had surgery. Are you ok? Love reading your heart!
Debbie
Love your family…He will lift you up, sustain you and has called you His…For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
I heard once that poetry doesn’t find its completion until it has been read. Thank you for the listening ears and words of encouragement.
Love, Jenni
Dropping by to say I’m thinking of you and praying for you, Jenni. May you and yours be held tight by Him.
“Faithful wounds of a friend…” That, I’m going to hang on to – even as life rages. Thank you for this.