I bear the scars of humanity

I bear the scars of humanity
On my soul.

Healing each one of them
Takes its toll.

Though they are not infested, within
And without,

The scabs they have produced,
Leaves no doubt,

That only the balm of love from deep
And beyond

Gives new life to every scab
As they bond.

Only time dissipates each and every
Scarred tissue;

And the magical balm of love being what
My soul issues;

Replacing with a firmer peace and a firmer,
Greater love;

Each scab disappears with God's touch
From above.

Rooted in God, the greatest healer
Of pained souls,

Although I never added up those hidden and
Costly tolls.

My soul rejoices as eternity
Has spoken ----

A small gift of love, that is
God's token.