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Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Pain

Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures,
speaks in our consciences,
but shouts in our pains.
It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.
                                                                                       C.S. Lewis
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Pain settles in
An makes itself at home
In a body, long abused

There it its
Coming and going
at times just a nuisance
and in other moments
roaring, forcing all attention on itself
unavoidable and unrelenting

there are of course many kinds of pain
emotional pain,
the kind we feel when love is not returned

spiritual pain
which rips through one’s soul as politicians
and preachers, and business people
behave badly

justifying the unjustifiable
abandoning the vulnerable
those fragile souls
for profit and power

so I walk through my day
fighting through surges of physical pain
struggling with a sickness of the soul
that only Sacred time can soften

trying to keep going
trying to be present to other
trying to serve

and wondering why
the clock moves so slowly
and bed time
is so far away

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