[lyn]

just want to share this poem ive read..


Scarred People Are Beautiful

Man speaks:
I've 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.
I've fallen on my face.
I've banged my shins.
I've been bruised.
Look, Lord, I'm all covered with scars!

The Lord Speaks:
Maybe you haven't understood enough.
Maybe you haven't learned that human life is like that.
All saints are scarred.
Young love isn't the highest form of human love.
The greatest love comes from scarred people.
I know that many people stop loving so they won't 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.

Man's response:
I think I know what you mean, Lord.
I've 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.

[STARKISS]

Dear Lyn,

Thank you so very much for sharing this poem with us all, I have felt that way sometimes and I think it is true about being scarred... I have had my secrets spread around and I have tried to be kind and sometimes got the cold shoulder... I think we all must have some of this happen to us all at one time or another... It is such a truthfully message thanks again Shelley