The Day

Final. Irrevocable. Broken trust was one thing. But to discover That my reconciled spouse Had not broken it off Had been the one rejected She did not want to be a homewrecker You pine after her still. This was the Day of Pain. I lay on the other side of the bed All of my hopes revealed as alchemy Lead cannot be turned to gold Fool’s gold, and a fool’s hope, Were exposed for what they were. One certainty remained The pain would finally kill me, Unless God intervened. So I asked God to take the pain, The staggering, brutal weight, And He answered me strangely: He did not refuse it He did not accept it But He did speak to me. In the darkness I heard Him promise "I will take care of it In the morning." "In the morning!" I writhed and screamed inwardly, "Now! It will kill me before the night is done!" "No," He answered, calmly, "In the morning I will help, Not now." I felt abandoned, Despairing of life, As I lay and waited for pain’s Acid embrace To finish me off **** How I lived through the night Is not nearly as important As the fact that I did And I came to the shocking realization That I was stronger than the pain And that a fear of pain Had kept me running All of my life We are not fully human Unless we experience our pain Once we have faced it God can heal. God bless you and help you find The day you stop running from your pain Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 11:50 AM PST   0 • 13