Transform your pain

Pain was not given you to be a torture. Since Eden, it has been a warning, an alert, a gauge upon the dashboard of your body, mind, and life.

No, nor does headache mean you have an aspirin deficit.
Nor anxiety mean it’s Xanax time.
Nor sadness merely say your blood-Prozac is low.

All distress has both a message and a gift (although it seem an hieroglyphic cruelty).

As a broken foot cries out when walked upon, a heart or mind that’s sore calls out for us to Stop! to tend the wounds.

No, pain is not “all in your mind:” no more than is a light which cries, Low Fuel “all in your dashboard.” Cultivate your peace of body and of mind, and in that quiet you can come to hear the meaning of their pains, the secret to their cures.

Joy above all care

When probability would side against me,
And I can see no portal for escape,

I’ve found the blessing of empowerment,
Relief from pride and pompous self-content.


Yes, I’ve often thought this life within these crafty hands,
And credited some skill or wit for victories.
How pleasant then: the swell of pride at sweet success.

But on the heels of sweets come bitter doubts,
For well I know my blind spots and my fooleries.

Who would not dread we finally get what’s due?

Yet there’s a quiet voice who lifts all care,
Returning me
            to serve
                        in love of You.