After fever, cough, and chills
#healing comes and I am grateful.
It’s not so swift as it used to be.
I guess #healing aged as much as I;
We both move more slowly than we did.
#healing comes with time.
How long, I wonder, will it take to heal from grief?
And grief, and loss, and loss again?
Too, too many gone who had a place within my heart
And too, too many gone whose place was in the hearts
#healing comes with time – long time
And time, of course, given to #healing
Not frittered to distraction.
I’m much better at the latter.
Worse still, I find, is #healing from betrayal,
Betrayal in a promise given,
Betrayal in a trust conferred.
Betrayal, if I’m honest, which I have committed
As well as that which I still suffer now.
Now: there’s the word.
Why does #healing take so long
When the hurt is so, so deep?
#healing comes with time
#healing needs much time
Which leads me then to wonder
How long after the creatures God had made
Betrayed the trust implanted in their souls at birth,
How long after we rejected God’s out-reaching
Hands and arms and grace,
How long after we denied, or ran,
Or for silver’s sake
Did it take
For God’s own #healing to arrive
And dry the tears
Of the Divine?