We Are Wounded Healers

A disease rages.
Called SARS-CoV-2 infection.
Pandemic illness.
And all the world is tired.
After three years of horror.

Where is remedy
To stem the plague of mankind
 And the injuries
To human souls and bodies,
Their spirits seeking answers?

Perhaps we should turn
To Sodom and Gomorrah.
Search within ourselves.
Enquire of our nature.
The scope and breath of our lives.

Waging of warfare,
Local and international.
And, within our midst,
Death by gunfire waging
While lobbying for more guns.

Our self-injuries.
Victims of our own choices.
In name of progress.
Now recompensed as payment.
Offered with compound interest.

Let us examine.
Let us examine ourselves.
To find the answers
As humans having free will
To know right and not do wrong.

Deep within ourselves
Are the things we ought to do
Before it’s too late.
To change our directions
And return to sanity.

We all need healing.
Relief from our maladies.
Those imposed on us.
And those we likewise impose
On others with pretenses.

We are the sources.
And we too are the causes.
Not Mother Nature.
We are the wounded healers
Who, pray, have wounded others.

A disease rages
As pandemic maladies
Without and within.
A pandemic of our souls
Bloodied by our own making.