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Let Joy Teach You

Let Joy Teach You

Written by Kate Hurley / 01.12.2021

Yes, pain has taught you a thousand times.

 

The strength of your weary soul

A wild rose

Rooting down deep

Until it’s soft tendrils 

Stretch up through the asphalt.

It hurts to push like that

But it’s what you have always done.

 

Yes pain has taught you a thousand times.

 

Sometimes a passionate clawing at the dirt.

A fierce tenacity to plant new seeds.

 

Sometimes a soft whimpering;

The brute of an army 

To lift your body up from your bed

A fragile step towards the door

To feel sunshine on your face

When you thought there would never be sun again.  

 

Yes pain has taught you a thousand times.

 

Your heart like a Phoenix.

It’s very ashes 

That achingly burned 

Became the sustenance 

That brought you life.

Whose very death

Is what allowed you to rise.

 

That kind of suffering taught you

That often the medicine

Is in the pain itself.

 

But now you are learning something new.

That joy, it can be your teacher too. 

 

That sun that you chose to step into

When you didn’t know if you could believe again

Your soul is starting to recognize

It’s constance.

 

It’s rising every day. 

It’s tenacity to paint beautiful

The dusk and the dawn

No matter what happens 

On the ground beneath it. 

 

Even when you can’t see that earthly star,

It is always, always there.

While you are looking at the haze

Of what you think are merciless clouds

All the while, it is shining out immeasurable mercy.

It swallows up even the darkest shadow

While you are unaware.

 

So when joy comes softly 

In the kiss of a lover

Or the embrace of a friend

Hold on a little longer

Just like you have held on a little longer

So many times.

 

Let it teach you

 

When joy comes like a fury

In bread broken around a table with friends

Laughter like bullets 

Piercing darkness 

 

Let it teach you. 

 

When joy comes in a whisper…

A kindness to yourself

As you look in the mirror 

And you choose to see 

The wrinkles

The weight

The fading

As beauty etched from the strength of your days

Instead of a burden to bear 

 

Swallow that joy up like water.

Let it teach you.

 

When joy comes in a letting go

Of controlling the past by regretting

Or controlling the future by worrying

 

When you see something beautiful

In this very moment

And you hold onto it’s gaze

Longer than you did last time

Enough to be here now

 

When you recognize that presence is not what you thought it was 

A moment that you can never hold on to

But the truest moment that will never end…

 

When that joy comes

Let it sift you

Let it change you

And let it teach you

 

Yes pain has taught you

A thousand times

Now let joy teach you

A thousand times more.

Category: Inner Healing Blog

Tags: joy in sorrow , Joy, Pain, Suffering, Growing

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You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, your hands dirtied with the soil where you till up the rocks of generations gone by. Your tears watering the ground, making the roots grow deep and wide while you are unaware. You labor, you dig, you claw this tiny piece of land where others buried their dreams and gave up trying. 

 

But not you. You keep going.You never give up. You see the tree in the seed, and you will fight until that tree is standing before you, it's long willowing arms grasping your hope in its branches. 

 

You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, covered in all your scars. Where your face was grazed with false imaginings that you were not beautiful enough. Where your hands were caught in fields of cotton when you didn't believe you were free. Where you were marked across your chest the day you thought that they left because you weren't worth it. Look closely, love. Look closely because those scars are gilded with gold. Those scars have become your crown. 

 

You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, dancing there with your face against the wind. Not a pretty dance, but a wild dance. A hold on for dear life to the hope dance. An I will never stop believing in your goodness dance. A shake the sadness off your skin dance. You, with your feet pounding against the ground to the rhythm of your unsurrendering spirit. With your knees soiled and bleeding from the prayers and the longings and the times you almost gave up. With your arms thrown up in surrender and beckoning and awe. There is burning against your back as you lift up your face, because your wings are returning, love. Your wings are returning.

 

Look at me and believe now. You are stronger than you think you are. Stronger than you think you are. 

 

 

 

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