For the scars,
for the healed stories
and the still-open wounds,
I pray beauty in wholeness
and the peace of perspective.
Like the sycamore’s scars
all gray and white and peeling
sometimes down to the bare wood
signaling growth (not disease or dis-ease),
wounds of new life and strengthened health.
If only I could stand so tall
amidst imperfections and insecurities
and know my scars, my wounds to be
external dressings only
on an irrepressible life!
For the scars,
for the healed stories
and the still-open wounds,
I pray beauty in wholeness
and grace for growth.
