Wounds are a signal of the vanity of violence (John 20:27):

 The macho,

   the submachine bearer,

    the flag jingo,

     the celebratories of AI

      belching combustion

      of drive-by performance,


      and the in(i)quirkdity

       of Reichstag fire space launcheries. 


Far from the Madding Crowd’s “Blind[ness] by self-beguilement,”

Nemo, Solo(n), ante mortem beatus.


Yet such woundings are mirrored, so too their healing: 

The showcase of God’s power is not heaven lighting

  but providence grounding,

    not appropriation but arrival.

The vast love on display—

  resourced for Providence—

    centered not in Mind,

      but in the One.

The aligned heart

  for what has

    and continues to unify.

The obligation

  for the celestial estate

    of children onward coming?

Awesome in grounding,

  and justice-scoped soul.


--Douglas Blake Olds


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