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Jul 8
Attend to your wounds,
mark your losses and
bear your scars - for each
borne wound is a win,
a sacrament mark
of survival worth
the celebrating,
worth wearing on your sleeve.

Jesus intended his wounds,
counted the cross a weight
worth bearing, not counting
his wounds a loss, but a cost
worth paying.

So, He now wears each wound,
each scar a sacrament,
a celebrated win,
because his wounds won you.
In a Belfast accent, to my ear, 'wound' is heard as 'win'. Rachel **, thank you for the prompt.  See her scarred pots at rachelhoceramics.
And thank you Heather Gregg for the encouragement.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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