Tending Our Own Wounds First
by Henri Nouwen
Our own experience with loneliness, depression, and fear can become a gift for others, especially when we have received good care. As long as our wounds are open and bleeding, we scare others away. But after someone has carefully tended to our wounds, they no longer frighten us or others.
When we experience the healing presence of another person, we can discover our own gifts of healing. Then our wounds allow us to enter into a deep solidarity with our wounded brothers and sisters.


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July 9, 2006 at 10:22 am
Daniel Comstock
a very true and thoughful poem
July 9, 2006 at 10:24 am
Helen Losse
Daniel, this one isn’t a poem. It’s probably taken from one of Henri Nouwen’s sermons originally.
July 9, 2006 at 1:17 pm
Daniel Comstock
srry im so used to righting poem. srry.
July 9, 2006 at 1:21 pm
Helen Losse
Not a problem, Daniel.