The Pain or The Wound – A Poem
The Pain or The Wound
One day my heart was wounded
And the pain was deep and strong.
It’s ache was like a bag of bricks
I couldn’t carry long.
I had two paths to treat the wound.
Two sources of advice.
The first one’s name was Lucifer.
The other’s name was Christ.
The first one gave me bandages
To bind the wound up tight
He told me, “Don’t expose the wound
To water, air or light.”
“Put all your focus on the pain
That’s what we need to heal.
You’ll soon forget your wounded heart
If there’s no pain to feel.”
So he subscribed me pain-killers
And drugs of every kind
Some to escape, some to excite,
And some to dull my mind.
He promised he would kill the pain.
He promised sweet relief.
His promises so promising
They almost begged belief.
But one thing he neglected
In his attractive invitation
Was to tell me of the side-effects
Of all his medication.
See, I have taken his advice
Many times in the past.
I’ve found his pain-killers to work.
They’re cheap and very fast.
But they’re also quite temporary
And with returning pain
Comes deeper wounds, and stronger aches
And isolating shame.
And so this time I think I’ll pass.
I’ll try different advice.
And so I took my wounded heart
And offered it to Christ.
He said although he knew the pain
Was deep and strong and real,
It would not go away until
The wound itself was healed.
And so he started to unwrap
The wound that was bound tight.
He said, “We must expose the wound
To water, air and light.”
He said, “This will be painful
But it is the only way.
I’ll be as gentle as I can.
We’ll take it day by day.”
“I’ll comfort you through every step
I’ll never leave your side
And very slowly I’ll unwrap
Your fear and shame and pride.
Until we reach your wounded heart
Until it is laid bare
The pain will still be present
But the healing will start there.
And in the wound I’ll shine my light
To show what was unseen
And there I’ll pour living water
So pure and fresh and clean.
And with my love and grace and truth
Your heart I will restore
And you will find more freedom
Than you ever had before.
And so Christ is the one I choose
His path is hard but real
Into his hands I place my heart
For only he can heal.
by Simon Camilleri 16/9/07