The Gift of Pain
by Cindee Snider Re Pain -- Physical, emotional, chronic -- Consumes, swallows, saps, Drains. Connecting, responding, Reaching out Requires more energy, Effort, Emotion, Than the pain sometimes allows, Leaving me separated, isolated, Alone. Words lie flat on printed pages Unclear, obscure, Perplexing. Thoughts drift, wander, Swirl out of reach, Refusing to make sense, Take shape, Opaque, Leaving me wordless, Isolated, Alone. Pain is difficult to define, Describe, color, Number, name, A formless image, A vapor, a mist, A mirage That dissolves, dissembles, disappears As I try to capture it in words, Wanting it to be concrete, Quantifiable, Understandable to others... To me. Yet the mystery Is that once accepted, Embraced, Understood as allowed By the Hand of my Heavenly Father, Pain becomes a gift -- A mysterious, Powerful, Incomprehensible gift -- Able to refine, cleanse, Justify, purify And strengthen my soul, Deepening my faith And leaving in its wake, A humble, Useful, usable Teachable, Willing spirit, Intrinsically reflecting The heart and soul and mind Of GOD. Cindee Snider Re lives in Sussex, WI with her husband, their five children, two cats, and two Shichon puppies. She enjoys quiet evenings, long walks, good books, homeschooling her kids, and lots of good, strong, hot, black tea. August, 2011 http://www.BreatheDeeply.org Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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