Walking with Wounds

Life, though common to all of us, remains profoundly strange- a puzzle, a mystery.

We are biological beings, products of evolution, yet each of us carries within us a spark of something remarkable. We are dignified dust—formed from the same matter as the universe, but endowed with consciousness, the capacity to imagine, to question, and to seek meaning.

In the gift of life we hold the ability to explore not only the world around us but the mysteries of our own being and identity.

We are souls, vulnerable to being wounded by others, yet still capable of love—fragile, but resilient in our desire to connect and find meaning in each other.

In my friendship with the family at Lighthouse, we witness beauty alongside brokenness, hope

alongside despair, love, and courage. My brothers and sisters are those who have been through the storms of life but like all of us are those who in the gift of life should be treated with dignity, honor, and compassion.

Through it all, I still believe, love wins.

Walking with Wounds

We don’t get to walk without wounds,

Or talk with words that have not been

formed and shaped in the

crucible of suffering.

Yet still,

Life is a gift,

And love is a verb.

Fragile,

Yet beautiful.

Delicate,

Yet unwavering.

We don’t get to run without a limp,

Or dream and hope without risk of weeping and being wounded.

Yet still,

Life is a gift,

Love is a verb.

Strong,

Yet vulnerable.

Powerful,

Yet self giving.

We don’t get to dance without grief,

Or sing without a refrain of lament and loss.

Yet still,

Life is a gift,

Love is a verb.

To walk,

Talk,

Run

Dream

Hope

Dance

and Sing.

The sweet embrace of Life,

The sweet embrace of Love.

Life is a gift,

Love is a verb.