I wear my failures like a scar
Reminding me of times I have spoken without listening
Acted without praying
Lived without thought.
My doubt is my wound
Reminding me that I have more questions than answers
That my way is not the only way
Perhaps not even the best way.
My fear is like a fracture
Exposing the rawness of the marrow of my faith
Breaking apart my certainty
Causing me to limp.
My sin is a bruise, a blackened eye
Broken blood vessels from my desire to go my own way
To do my own thing
Blurring my vision.
Put your finger here, see my wounds.
Reach out your hand and put it here.
To suffer is human
To be weak is divine.
My Lord and my God
May my wounds help those who do not see to believe
And those who believe