I wandered through the underbrush
Losing the battle with briars and thorns
The countless minor wounds 
Were weapons of amassed destruction 
Making camp for a time on a hillside
I felt the hope of healing might come
But it remained but a thought
Deep in the recesses of my soul
Until one day when I awoke
And the wounds were harder to see
And the scars no longer tender
I realized that while I lived each day
Hurts were healed and strength regained
It happened while I wasn’t looking
And now, once again, I resume the trek
This time on a slightly different path
Thanks be to God

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