WOUNDING ~ Michael Aviel
“Tears are the language of the love sick heart.”
I cry - because your beauty is so piercing.
A deep wounding into my soul - my hip to replace.
A limp my walk - for you have ravished the hip of my heart.
Divinely wounding me,
For into your wounds you bring me.
To the banquet of blood - that flows as flowers to my soul.
My speech holy impaired,
For I can’t speak of any but you.
My eyes receive you,
My entire substance wounded.
Love has stabbed me into Love Himself”