Softening the point of suffering

Sometimes Lord

I feel like a dried branch

cut off

withered

a dead thing lying in the dust

I have been torn asunder

from the source of life

by rejection

hate

failure

life

a harsh word

love not returned

consequences of my own making

sometimes I have simply weighed myself down

and snapped

like a branch burdened by spring snow

alone

I suffer

"only love, with no thought of return, can soften the point of suffering"  (source unknown)

thank your God for your love

given freely, scandalously

thank you for the love of others

that comes 

often unexpected

unasked for

 

love

that reconnects me

to the source

and restores me to life