Pain

[Trash Can]

On this National Day Of Prayer, I offer this. It has helped me a little in dealing with the pain I feel for the dead, and for us, the living.

"And a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of Pain.
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that
encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break,
that its heart may stand in the sun,
so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at
the daily miracles of your life,
your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass
over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters
of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you
heals your sick self.
Therefore, trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence
and tranquillity:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand
of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned
of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

- an excerpt from "The Prophet", by Kahlil Gibran

God bless America.

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My love for you
It's in the things I do and say
If I wanna live I gotta
Die to myself someday.
Surrender.