Suffering unto wholeness


Suffering is
wanting it different–
the brain storms, resists, berates, avoids,
so inclined to fix
as though we know,
as though we know.

How then do we listen,
hold the pain,
stay with the scare
long enough to make the turn?
How do we greet our helplessness?
Gently, welcoming a friend
in from the cold,
unclenched fists on the knob,
opening, opening.

What is mine to carry?
What is mine of yours?

What if we saw cracks as a chance
Light reaches through?
If our churn ripped illusions
into bits of hope…
how would we pray?
What if we truly believed
we were loved beyond measure–
would we mourn mystery as loss,
or choose this moment, no matter what,
only to love back
what is?

— Amy Webb, Holy Cross Faith Memorial Episcopal Church, Pawley’s Island, S.C.