I wish I could simply place a bandaid
–or two or three or more–
over my heart
and have it heal.
Bandaids make boo-boos better
. . . right?
No.
Bandaids don’t heal
gaping wounds.
Your heart needs stitches.
But–
but it hurts more.
It takes more time,
looks worse.
Surely–surely it’s not necessary.
Bandaids don’t heal brokenness,
won’t pull the Grand Canyon together
and mend the crack.
You’ll never heal
if you don’t allow
the Great Physician
to conduct surgery.
I know.
I know what you need,
what is best for you.
Will you
please
let Me heal you?
Yes,
Jesus.
I’ll lie on the operating table,
with the bright light
illuminating all
and the sharp tools
and gentle Hands
probing
every crack and bruise and bleeding sore,
and I’ll close my eyes
in trust and rest
as You heal
my
failing
heart.
~Julie Hochstetler, Oct. and Nov. 2021
Good job, Julie! All I can say is you get your writing abilities from your mother and not from me. Keep letting Jesus make the necessary adjustments to your heart. I love you!
What a beautiful poem. Truly we won’t be healed unless we allow the great physician do the surgery that is needed.
Love ya! Mom