Awhile ago I became fascinated by the interplay between the words “sacred” and “scared,” that with the shift of just one letter, such an amazing change is made. Then I played more with the letters from those words, and discovered I can also spell the words “care/cares/cared,” “scar,” and “red.”
So, though I am NOT a poet, I wrote a poem.
Created sacred, we once walked with the Sacred Himself,
Till, rejecting communion, we chose independence
And broke away from Sacred Life.
The rupture scarred us to our very core.
Scared of the Sacred, we hid, pretended, postured.
But–oh blessed Word work–the Sacred Himself took on our Scar and bled red with lavish care
To move us from scared to sacred,
From scarred to Life.