Hurt

I am the sighing of the wind in the trees.

I carry with me the deep sorrow of the soul.

I am yoked to the burdens of life.

I am tethered to the storms of the angry seas and

I am bound as a slave to the chains of despair.

I am forever welded into the innermost recesses of your heart,

Because I come to you as a gift from the Lord.

Look not into my eyes with the pleading entreaty of release.

Look not to me to sever the bond of grief from your heart.

If it were not for me, how would you remember God?

If it were not for me, how would you know where to turn when all else fails?

If it were not for me, how could you know the depth of love?

If it were not for me, who would tell you what really matters?

Without wounds you will never know wholeness.

Without the flow of blood from the gaping wounds you will never know staunching of the tears of loss.

In me is your greatest chance of survival because I bring you news of the world in which you live.

I guide you like no other guardian is able to.

And my jibes are like the needle of the compass ever correcting you to adjust your direction to true north.

Not all is as it seems.

Seething below the calamities of your emotioins, you feel me, you know my presence

And you cannot escape.

You are forced to examine the purpose of your existence.

You are forced to come to terms with the realization of your own vulnerability and you cannot avoid the separateness that keeps you apart from your need to belong.

It does not matter how much or how little I ache, I stream into your consciousness and demand to be seen.

I pull you to the centre stage, and you are exposed to yourself in the spotlight of your own perception.

And you must look,

And you must know

That the search for joy and everlasting peace begins at my feet.

Without me your journey can never begin.

Tags: psychology