Pain Can Heal Hate Poem by Sybil Staples

Pain Can Heal Hate



Pain, I do not like you; I hate you.
But I know I must find peace with you.

Pain, you bear gifts wrapped in dirty rags.
You have come to get my attention;
You have my attention.
You've come to show me
that while you are not what I have desired,
you are what I need.

A child gleefully delivers
bouquets of limp dandelions;
and I would never refuse such a gift.
I cannot deny the good
intention and forethought
of your Source, pain, of my Source.
(Denial would preclude my own existence.)
Pain, while I honor your perseverance,
I have disdain for your delivery.

I have hated, denied and fought
tirelessly for your annihilation.
As the fearless enemy that
I have always known you to be,
pain, you have not failed to return
but with more strength and determination.

This play, this script I live out, I have no memory
of how or when it was designed.
But I love its Creator;
I know the creation deserves the same.

My heart opens readily to receive the love
I feel from the Master Designer.
In my heart, I must reach out to you, pain.
I know you need to be acknowledged,
and loved; even if it breaks the will of my past.

As my Creator has extended to me
the most Real part of me, LOVE,
I know as a living channel I am obliged
to do the same.

When I remember how this unconditional
Love ceaselessly blesses me,
I know; I can do the unthinkable;
I can love what I have previously hated.

Thursday, May 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hate,healing,heart,love,peace,suffering,unconditional love
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