The price we pay

Rev. Jeffrey Symynkywicz, November 30, 2008

This life wounds us, wittingly or not,
the unforeseen slight, the shattered heart,
hopes deferred, dissipating joy,
unmet expectations, sagging energies--
all cycle and flow in us; they surge forth,
unbidden, at times when we least expect them,
casting shadows upon the lightened times
of our years.

So, we accept these wounds as part
of the price we pay for being alive.

 But, in time, the shadows lift; the dust rises;
the dark of night gives way to the dawn of day
We remember our power once more; live again our joy;
a smile crosses our lips, a song returns,
and we, too, turn a corner on life.
We may feel yet the scars and remnants of wounds unhealed:
but we know as well, deep within our souls,
that they are not too high a price to have paid
to be awakened again to life in all its power, majesty, and glory;
not too high a price at all, to know again
the sheer joy of breathing, being, living pulsing in our hearts.

jbs
3/12/02        9/29/02       11/30/08

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