Spiritual Things Matter

Oh, that silence! That which so intensifies my pain.
Silence drives me to search for a voice that brings comforting reassurance and understanding to a heart that cannot speak. A voice of one who knows the pain of too much love and too much brokenness. A voice of one who understands the human heart with all its potential for light and darkness. This voice I listen for will speak like a slow in-coming wave, with its powerful and majestic thunder-like peace.

It will say:

Speak and withhold nothing.
Speak clearly of that which lies so heavy upon your heart.
Speak, and I will listen, intently and thoughtfully.

Do not hold back, but speak – you who are like a broken arrow,
that you may once again pierce through the impossible.
That you may fly with precision and purpose through that infinite distance
for which you have been created.
Speak, though your chin may quiver as the forces are loosened and the dams are broken.
Speak, oh broken arrow, that you may land in that which has found its purpose in you.

Oh, let that deep wound heal now!
Let your weeping voice pour out;
Let each drop of those tears fill the hollow spaces that your wound has brought to light. May those spaces feel the warmth of your tears
As they penetrate through the driest barriers,
And let its salt become as a healing ointment, filling all empty spaces with understanding and love.

Speak!

Withhold not your deepest of thoughts.
For if you withhold even one thought,
it awaits again, in a silent reservoir
Filling it with your tears as your heart weeps once more,
For it has no place to go but deeper within you,
Making still deeper and wider those empty spaces.

Speak therefore!
Find your long-awaited peace!
Speak now.

~Viola M. Jaynes
March 2008

Yesterday, I received a poem from an anonymous reader on one of my posts entitled, “The Gain of Loss.” As I read it several times, tears came to my eyes because it was so fitting. It deeply touched my heart and I am moved with gratitude for the thoughtfulness and kindness it displays. Thank you, my dear anonymous reader! I would like to share it now with my readers.

The Gain of Loss

Hardest of Life’s lessons is loss,

In which having becomes without,

When complete changes to shatters,

That what was full is, just an emptiness,

And guided becomes lost.

Security of knowing, fades to a memory,

Images of Love, become dreams,

Security of touch, a sensation ebbed away,

And Loneliness becomes company.

When the weakened Heart, strengthens,

tired from the weariness of loss,

Growing, of the last Love,

To become the strength,

Of the next.

Lesson learned, is not to Love less,

With Loss,

lesson is, to learn to Love Grander,

With Gain.

~Darrel Kincaid

*Sent to me by a Secret Friend