I wanted to share a favorite poem that gets right to the heart of healing.
When the human scene seems overwhelming, and we can only discern but faintly what it means to be made spiritually, something reminds us that there is another way. We don't have to admit to chaos or pain, lack or complaint. We can admit, with conviction, that we are God's own likeness. This sets us "free to master the infinite idea. This conviction shuts the door on death, and opens it wide toward immortality." This conviction frees us. And the freedom from hurt is just another sign of God's omnipotence and ever-presence.
Virginia Thesiger’s poem “The Healing”* portrays this freedom perfectly:
After so long, so long
in my tight prison,
with my familiar
heavy on head and heart;
after so long, so long, suddenly I see
with the eyes God gave me,
touch the chains
with the hand God
and suddenly, suddenly
(Oh but my heart flies out of the
like a singing bird!)
suddenly I am
*Ideas on Wings © The Christian Science
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Kim C Korinek, CSB
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