Within the Wounds

Somewhere within the wounds
There is a language deeper than words
Deeper than wells
Deeper than woods

Somewhere within the wounds
There is the fragrance
Of love, of gift,
A heart of sacredness
An altar of the lamb

Somewhere within the wounds
Is where Christ is
And where I,
In my unworthiness,
Am.

Somewhere within the wounds
Petals unfurl
As the flower of His sacred passion

Is loosed onto the world.