That was it. That was the last of it. I gave up what was most important to me. I now have nothing.
It hurts.
The look on her face, the emotion in her words. She took it better than I did. I couldn’t breathe I barely could keep the tears from falling, though they blocked my vision. You could hear it in my voice, I was dying.
Why did we meet? Why did we grow close?
This was His plan. He gave me the finest gold and told me to choose. He is the goldsmith and she was the fire; it burned. Why do we have to feel this pain? Why couldn’t there be an easier path?
I just pray that this was not all for nothing. No. It was not. I can feel the Comforter here with me. I am moving on to where He wants me to be. This is a new beginning.
I just hope I won’t be the only one.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
ReplyDeleteyour 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.
-Khalil Gibran
Come on Melissa. Comments aren't supposed to be rawer than that which you comment on, lol.
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