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the scar and the voice, a psalm
"A Psalm of the Scar and the Voice"
Blessed be the Name,
who gives and who takes away.
When the heavens were silent,
I thought You gone.
When doubt widened like a fracture,
I said, “The Voice is drowned,
the path erased.”
Yet You were hidden in the stillness,
braided into the speech of companions.
The scar upon my hand is not shame,
but witness.
The stain upon my heart is not loss,
but the mark of being led.
For sustain is not the clean note held,
but the falter carried forward.
It is the rough edge that steadies,
the wound that teaches mercy.
You were never absent, O Lord,
but present in the lantern of another’s word,
in the presence of those beside me,
in the ordinary grace of the day.
So I bless You in the giving,
I bless You in the taking,
for even when I thought myself lost,
I was being led.
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