My mate’s head, cheek and teeth sear with lightning pain.
His voice grows pale, movements like taffy, a hunted look in his eyes.
This man who lifts his loved ones off the ground in enthusiastic hugs
now fragile as a dragonfly wing.
Immediately my mind kicks in—must help, must find a cure.
Ask Siri, query Alexa, Google it, Bing it, WebMD it—
that place where the common cold becomes a life-threatening illness.
Acupuncture, ayurveda, reike…
A diet—there must be a diet for this!
Isn’t there a diet to cure everything?
Even to get to heaven?
I stop, breathless, call on the Genuine Healer.
Truth enters in a rush of love:
This condition is my loved one’s perfect teaching.
It is not mine to cure.
I’m to recognize the sacredness of my own journey
and keep my attention here.
I can support him,
but most of all,
let him have his invaluable experience.
What if I had never trudged through the jungle of my own pain,
cried out like a howler monkey in the night
that Jurassic scream that reminds me to desire only You?
To wake in the morning strong and healthy is a gift.
To live inside the arc of a rainbow
untouched by all but its essence—
Oh Lesley…full of truth
So very true, my dear friend.
I am with friends in London. Let’s plan a phone chat when I get home.
I love you
So very much more of a challenge, to let be, when it is a loved one’s lesson. We are so conditioned to believe we must DO something, fix something. Observing the other’s process through their lessons is our lesson. Hmmmm.
Lovely and vivid. Heartbreaking to watch those we love suffer, but it leads us to reinforce that all needs to be put in His hands.
With eloquent fairness, your words describe the abject pain that comes in the night and wrenches forth a silent soul scream and the instantaneous transportation of that same soul into the lofty regions beyond all pain. Thank you, dear heart.
Thank you all for you kind and inspiring comments. It is such a joy to learn yet more deeply every day that all is love.
Loved reading this!!! Beautiful picture. Resonates with many of us, and reminds us that we each have our own journey on the path home.
Wow, that is so poignant and so true to my own life, beautifully written. Thanks
Immeasurable are my sins
And immeasurable is my Beloved’s grace –
Only my friend and I know this strange affair.
The eye of His mercy is drawn to the face of sin,
Therefore no need to dwell on misdeeds.
Sarmad, 17th century Saint
Beautiful, Al, thank you! So comforting to know that it is not our responsibility to right the wrongs. Instead, we love, and let the Lover right them.
A chela friend led me go.rhis piece you wrote 2 yrs ago. So.perfect for the crossroad I am currently challenged with. Your inspiring words are timeless, spreading Love, pointing inward to the Divine Source of it all. Thank you, Lesley. Much love in return. 💞Mlz
Thank you, Monica. I’m so happy the poem spoke to you. It really is inspiring the way our Beloved keeps directing us in and in and in. Such a fabulous journey! Wonderful to hear from you, dear friend.