just want to share this poem ive read.. Scarred People Are Beautiful Man speaks: Ive been hurt, Lord. I have trusted and been betrayed at times. I have loved and received nothing in return. I have tried hard to care and failed often. I have shared my secrets and, heard them whispered to others. I have been warm and received a cold shoulder. I have been through it, Lord. Ive fallen on my face. Ive banged my shins. Ive been bruised. Look, Lord, Im all covered with scars! The Lord Speaks: Maybe you havent understood enough. Maybe you havent learned that human life is like that. All saints are scarred. Young love isnt the highest form of human love. The greatest love comes from scarred people. I know that many people stop loving so they wont be hurt again. But those people who do start over again, who continue in spite of all, who leave themselves open to the possibility of being hurt again -- These people are able to love again in a deeper way, a more understanding way, a richer way. Mans response: I think I know what you mean, Lord. Ive met people like that and knowing them gives me courage. The great people are those who continue to love with their scars. I like scarred people, Lord. They are beautiful.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 04:47:10 +0000
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