Unhealed Wounds By Ann Hayden, MM
Jesus lives! Yes, the tomb is empty and the bindings
are clean and folded neatly where he laid.
Jesus is raised, transfigured, and changed forever.
Yet, when he comes among us, and come he does,
his wounds are fresh and deep.
And how could we doubt it is he, since the wounds
shown us would swallow you or me?
Wounded Jesus, hot with pain...we build walls to keep you out;
we lock you away in prisons, psych wards, old-age homes;
in rooms of torture, tent cities, earthquake ruins,
refugee camps, alleys, slums, brothels, temporary housing, and...
Jesus, wounded in body and spirit, you hang on a
tree today in our living rooms, our stadiums, and
in forests and fields half-a-globe away.
Jesus, I hear you calling me into dark and scary places to meet you,
places I would rather not go.
Where else am I to go? You have the words of life.
You are the bread of life, broken and given for ALL