My scars are deeper than lost love.
Heartbreak often is temporary (though painful).
Fish in the sea and all that.
There’s an app for that.
But to leave him and his five fish?
I willingly walked away from what is eternal.
Like a quick slice from a sharp blade,
the hurt was not immediate.
I thought ok that didn’t hurt.
Until it did.
Failure’s depth brought searing pain.
And scars don’t fade.
Yet healing awaits.
By the hands of the Holy Physician,
love’s sutures leave evidence of prior sin
in closed wounds.
There is healing in mercy
and love in forgiveness.
Even as the scar reminds me
go and sin no more.