The Gift of Pain

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.

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2 responses to “The Gift of Pain

  1. Tracey

    Thanks for sharing. This is beautiful.

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  2. So poignant. So beautiful. As one who has known deep and chronic pain, I resonate with your words, so carefully chosen, so aptly describing. THANK YOU for sharing your gift—a salve for the soul—helping me know I am not alone.

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