Beneath the Scars

You’d think a scar would fully mean
The wound has finally healed 
Then years go by and suddenly 
A festering’s revealed 

Mind and heart scroll upon 
Themselves a memory deep 
“Pain-body” is a term I’ve heard  
For wounds, once sound asleep 

Then anything remotely close 
To the cause of that old pain  
Renews the memories of that hurt
One’s defenses grow again

Like dross sloughed off of gold refined 
Memories bubbling to the top 
Still need acknowledged and then let go
Again until they stop 

Pray give them up, do not lose heart 
Turn mind to things of hope 
Wounds indeed can finally mend 
Within God’s healing flow