Pain comes, as it will
Shocking us with its cruel fangs
Sank into vulnerable flesh
It comes again and again
When least expected
For if we could foresee its coming
Would we not be better armored?
Prepared for the assault?
Yet, even when we see it coming
Or sense its stealth, somehow
The pain is still just as real
Just as excruciating
And even though we prepare for it
Still, we fall to our knees
Wounded and betrayed
By our own naivete
How could we be so stupid?
Pain comes, crushing us as it will
It comes
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Very true Carol. So well expressed hope it effects us.
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On Sunday we had the joy of welcoming a new baby into the family. On Monday we learned of the death of my cousin. Life is a never ending undulating wave of ups and downs – some are very painful.
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Both are intense emotions, the joy of new arrival and the sorrow of departure. Sending you warm hugs Carol.
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Thanks, my friend.
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You’re welcome 🤗
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This is excellent, Carol. I can feel this pain.
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Thank you, Jane, I think the whole world is exhausted and in pain on some level or other these days. Wishing healing for the entire world
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I know. And that really comes out in your poetry. 🙏💕
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Thank you, Jane.
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True, Carole. Pain comes to us all. Christians are not exempt, though some expect to be, if they just have “enough faith!” (I have had that rude awakening.🤦) But Jesus never promised we wouldn’t suffer, just that He would be with us and in the end overcome the world. Meanwhile we can know we aren’t suffering alone, and that makes all the difference. Have a blessed day with Him. ❤️
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Sending you love and light, my friend!❤️✨
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Thank you, Nefertari. I hope all is well with you and yours.
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