to Rose, ms. wounded

Rose, do not be lonely with your wounds,
do not cry,
there are too many wounded people in this world,
and as they are too many,
they have formed indeed a one
big, happy family
and their leader if you must know
is the most wounded of them all: Jesus Christ.

Join us then
in this celebration!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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