STRENGTH IN OUR SCARS

How Can We Make it up to You Poem:

 Scars are the benches our souls sit on,

and angels, when they come to visit.

If you have no scars... that's okay,

you can get a stick - on tattoo!

Scars are the benches where all souls sit,

they are where mystics have coffee with God!

and loved ones who don't visit anymore.

They are where those who have hurt us,

and those we have hurt come to say,

how can we make it up to you? 

 Scarborough, October 29, 2022
Amen

 

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(THE STRENGTH IN OUR SCARS)

I want to share a related talk on cultivating inner strength, by Tara Brach and Lori Deshene.

The Buddhist language can be replaced with Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Hindu, and other faith languages.

I can imagine Brave teenagers journaling on our benches next Spring!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sn68kXvcHMQ

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