Scars have a way
As memories they bring,
Not always fond,
Reminiscence takes wing.
The story told
Gives a glimpse of a life,
Hidden before
From a now new friend’s eyes.

“This one happened
When I fell from my bike.
The one up here
From a dangerous hike.
This one is from
A mishap with our goat.”
Two tousled heads
Exam scars and take note.

Nothing is felt,
Not a glimmer of pain,
But the mem’ry
Of affliction remains.
Lessons are learned,
And now shared with a friend,
Scars bear witness
That wounds can heal and mend.

Wounds to the heart
Can heal and mend as well.
Christ the healer
Takes away pain once felt.
Giving others
A glimpse of now healed scars,
Yields a lesson
And draws closer our hearts.