This life wounds us

Rev. Jeffrey Symynkywicz, February 4, 2007

This life wounds us, wittingly or not.
The unforeseen slight; the shattered heart;
hopes deferred; dissipated joy;
unmet expectations; sagging energies--
all cycle and flow in us; surge forth
sometimes when we least expect them;
casting shadows upon the lightened times
of our years.

So, we accept the wounds as part
of the price we pay for being alive.
We feel the pain, but do not glory in it;
feel the fear, but are not trammeled by it;
accept our disappointments, then move on
to other disappointments, more likely than not
(for I think these hurts conspire
in pairs and trios, so very often).

But, in time, the fog lifts; the dust rises away;
horrific night gives way to the dawn of day
(or, dreary day gives way to sleep and peace of night).
We remember our power; live again our joy;
a smile crosses our lips; a song returns;
and we turn, too, a corner on life--
remembering the pain;
feeling the remnant of our unhealed wounds, perhaps;
but knowing, too, deep within our souls,
that they are not too high a price to have paid
to be alive again-- to life—
life in all its power, and majesty, and bliss.

jbs
3/12/02 - 2/4/07

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