Men and The Goddess

This is an interesting poem I came across for today. I wrote it in the Spring, four years ago. It seems to fit the Rhythms & Cycles collection as we all go through the highs and lows of life.

We are all wounded in some (or many) ways. So I write. And perhaps I’m feeling a little wounded now because I haven’t been writing enough lately. How are you wounded? And how do you treat that wound? We have to take care of ourselves; then each other!

Wounded Man

Wounded healer,
Heal thy self.
Recover that lost piece
Which bleeds in some far place.

Wounded warrior,
Come home now.
Soothe thy fevered brow
And sing songs of peace.

Wounded High King,
Rule in peace.
Strengthen thy green land
And love your people free.

Wounded poet,
Write thy verse.
Create the song of peace
To heal the Warrior-King.

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