Friday, October 15, 2010

Following a request I decided to put this 'evergreen' up. It was written in the 1990s and still seems to speak to people.

Damaged

There's not a single tree in the wood
that isn't damaged.
Yet they grow tall and old
and when at last they fall they are noticed
not by their malformations
but by their absence, sudden blue
astonishments of sky.

Being is its own achieving.
The fabric of things
mends in spans accomplished and the joy
of particular wounds. Do not ask to be cured
nor pass your parcel of injuries
to others. You were damaged, let yourself
be changed, and grow, and live.

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