The Fellowship of Suffering

There is the martyr
known to self alone...
reaching forth to snare a taunting hurt,
itself suspended in a void
and waiting for its glory.

 

But martyrs make for poor
angelic messengers, it seems.
There is this gift of weeping,
cemented in a priceless moment
as a jewel to a ring--
possessed and then imparted
to another.

 

Here the weak grow strong
and blessed frailty alone
may dissipate persistent clouds
which yet obscure the face of God.
Here, the backward look sustains
and bares fulfillment of a need.
Break this protective shell,
and know the power of pain
in other eyes and hearts.

 

Clearly, jewels of tears, though dried,
can never bear a price.
And memory, an empty box
without them.
For here, the teardrop shared
effects a marriage indissoluble,
a trust that focuses on loss
and gains a cosmic soul.
           ~

 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

A well painted picture indeed, with a nicely wrought moral. It is in the eyes of others (who have suffered, felt pain, possibly caused it) that we find the greatest wisps of wisdom...because what is feeling if not learning and growing from the process? Lovely imagery here...

[Dean]

Thanks again. But I think it would benefit from some woodshedding. You know me.

[Marie]

Are you saying sufferng should be shared? I've never subscribed to that theory.

[Dean]

No, I am saying that we can learn from it.