One is never far removed from pain. Should we ever think we are the non-sociopath among us are soon enough moved to tears of pain or tears of empathy for family or friends in pain. It is the common thread of our humanity. We feel pain and sometimes the pain of others we don’t even know.
As a side note let us all be aware that there are those who will use this common thread to achieve their own agendas. It’s election year people. Vote with your head. Shame, guilt and pie in the sky are not allowed in the polling booth.
Please forgive this brief digression, there are others more qualified at political commentary.
The subject is pain and it is as common as elbows. It can lead to depression. That is another thing that I feel totally helpless and unqualified to comment upon. We see it almost daily in living color and blog walking. It’s there. It’s in our face. The point of the following poem is that purpose and hope are often found through pain and suffering.
I’ve hated you this week for the pain I’ve felt
yet in the brightness of today
I’ve looked into the high wispy clouds
and seen God’s thumb print upon the sky
Perhaps I’ll never understand why
but knowing one much greater does
brings some comfort on cloudy days
when darkness hides the hand of God
When emotions seem to billow
as the storms come once again
And come they will a mighty wind
trying the balance in my life
This way then that
till I can barely stand
But grace sustains
The winds refrain and
the clouds scatter on high
till in the brightness of today
I’ve seen God’s thumbprint
upon the sky
j.r. wynn copyright 12/7/1986