There Are Wounds

Ruth Miller
South African
1919 – 1969

 

Written on wind or water
Word is flesh. Soon or later
Flesh must speak in tones
So dark they pierce the skin.

Stigmata are not revealed
At such times: There are wounds
A Thomas would not dare
To plunge his hand within.

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