Hair shirt

These feelings of lack of love and loving

I carried deep inside

Made me feel as though my skin was sore

A shirt of hair I wore

With an eye on every end

Scanning for danger and lack of love out there

How could I know

While living blinded in that prison

Who the true architect of my suffering was

For I could only see what I knew

Or failed to feel inside

So that now my skin is growing soft

As all the eyes have turned within

To depths of soul sorrow

Never seen

Not even only mine I do believe

So that now the eyes of love

Are feeling

What a hurting soul

Did not ever really have to give to anyone

And yet there was love there

Still beating

So when you speak to me these words of love

It is so fresh and new

And as that gentle rain of blessing flows on hurting soul

I find a new life rising

And falling at my feet

Are flowers

Gifts of love you gave for free

Telling me it is now

Safe to love