Ah The Pain

Ah the Pain

 

Word Become Flesh bids us, “Come die in Me.”

Certain gravity comes to life with each moments’ death.

We are asked to walk through the day not flee.

Spirit reminds us of the gift of each breath.

 

Mentors lift up the wonder of life eternal.

They focus our intentions on this ‘now’ alone.

Attuned, attentive, Creator holds the supernal.

Ours the wonder of life lived close to the bone.

 

Breathe deep, note the underlying pain.

Don’t medicate or deny or rush away.

As Thomas found in touch, life did gain.

We come alive to love living through this day.

 

Many the paths that skip growth, compassion;

Removal of challenge to body, heart, mind;

Consequently spiritual muscles atrophy, lose passion;

Disciples follow each moment of the day, life to find.

 

Open up both hands, hold the pain lightly.

Note its’ etiology, from whence it came.

Bravely offer it, let Spirit fill, dance sprightly.

Awaken to the rhythm of life, walk free not lame.

 

Can there be a better learning than what brings truth?

What easy lesson has ever been long standing?

Seek not the hurt, worry not over the uncouth.

In community plenteous pain grows, health demanding.

 

Dietrich reminds that disciples come, follow, die.

Smiles break as sunrise when love leads the way.

Seeds planted transform into bird bushes high.

A hearty servant will never let a bruised ego stay.

 

Sisters, brothers know Word Become Flesh’s touch.

Bind the wounds, let Creator do the healing.

Dance freely this day, Spirit promises much.

Pain subsides, replaced by grace’s soothing feeling.

 

The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.