Grace through Pain
The burning sting, the aching throb,
That defines the word, ‘pain’
The pain that we seek desperately to escape
Shapes us, reveals what we truly are.
Like the grinding blast of the sea on rocks,
Life shapes us with its sometimes brutal blows.
In a book I once read, a man stated:
“hardship is good for the soul.”
While bearing the tortures of my own body,
I reflected that this is true,
If only one can weather the agony without turning hard inside.
For ages, man has sought to find meaning behind suffering.
To transform the agony into something more,
Whether considered to be the wrath of the almighty,
Or seen as a random act of nature,
Pain, by sheer merit of its intensity,
Establishes its own significance.
With its brutal propensity to consume,
It leaves in its wake a gentle emptiness
And a resurrected appreciation of what
Calm and pleasant truly is.
In this window of gentleness, a fragile notion is formed;
Be happy with what you have, or be humbled by its wrath.
This fragile notion, of the balance between the painful,
The pleasant, establishes the fleeting appreciation
And understanding,
Something called grace.
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~Voxina
