Only Clean Wounds Heal

In sorrow, face the bane As sin's fallout looms Scattered be the soul So full of dirty wounds Confession cleans the wounds So that time can grant its weal Deploy the sublime insight That only clean wounds heal There is the slow decline As the soul slips far downhill To micro-movements blind As dim minds support whim-will Sudden change could heal So long as there remains Love not flash-in-pan Accepting growing pains In the midst of steely resolve To softness of soul attend In holiness of body sound Be sure love plays bookend Think not that time will tame Desire for what's forbidden Though one receives some good Some wisdom still lies hidden Be wise when young in years Or play the holy fool Age apace like wine Sweetened by grief, thus schooled Truth timely spoken Silence timely kept Are wisdom's fruit of love To circumstance adept Whatever be the problem The brain is wont to solve Whatever be the story That becomes the soothing salve Develop the brain's use In labour to make bread And, neglect not the mind On glory-stories fed Scarlet droplets of love Stain faith's trail behind Whisperings of the dove Enchant with hope aligned Whether the gladdest day of the future Or the gladdest day of the past Love well through peace or pain For today's not long to last Transcendentals timeless As God's being in Godself Fill each conscious moment With goodness, beauty, truth Personhood is real Though mechanical the air Early wait for God Assured that he is there The morning face again Resolving clean to be Embrace the life divine Mindful of the God who bleeds Discern right from wrong Dwell in divine ideals Live the sublime insight That only his clean wounds heal