“When we
become aware that we do not have to escape our pains, but that we can mobilize
them into a common search for life, those very pains are transformed from
expressions of despair into signs of hope.”
~Henri Nouwen
A license to
healing,
Is issued
to the one;
The one
who feels,
And
surrenders their fun.
But the
last laugh’s theirs,
As healing
engenders fun,
All they
can manage,
Under the sun.
The process of spiritual healing
is inside-out. We must venture beyond ourselves to reclaim our core and
essential selves. In certain respects we must deconstruct what we’ve become in
order to reconstruct what we can be.
There is a risk, but oh, what a
return!
A license to healing is afforded
the person who feels; one who is able, for a time, to surrender their fun. And
the last word is given to the consequences of healing; real and raw fun is, at last, known.
Suddenly, when all manner of
sacrifice and surrender has opened at the expense of freedom, we enjoy the
surreal splendour of fun beyond previous comprehension; all we can manage,
under the sun.
Sometimes we must let go in order
to receive that which is coming.
A Process Taking No Prisoners
If we would help someone, anyone,
with their distress, which is tapping into their feelings with unabridged
candour, then we too must make a similar journey.
We, too, must take on this inner
task of feeling. We, too, must go to those painful and lonely places. And it’s
not just to their lonely and painful places we must go, but to our lonely and
painful places, too.
All the processes of feeling
require are an honest courage to go where God asks us to go. As we journey
within, knowing there’s no way back, and strident in our commitment, we learn
to drink deeply of the lonely sadness and pain previously untouched. We learn
here that there’s really no fear. The pain, like a razor cutting paper, is so
clean it could be likened as healing in itself.
***
Beyond the numbness and into the
divinity of movement, our pain approves passage into the making of a better
‘us’.
***
The inner
task of feeling,
Is the
cherished work of healing,
And this
gives rise,
At its end—to salvation’s prize.
The treasured knowledge of an
endured pain is that perseverance takes us eventually to salvation’s prize.
Because we have felt, and we have not shirked the truth, we have entered the
work of healing. And with aplomb we’re blessed with the blessing of God.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.
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