Pain-full Moment

Pain. I wait for it to pass, mind empty of thought, eyes swollen with pain. This is now, not past, not enduring into the future. I only have to live this moment. Not mourn the lost possibilities of this day, truncated into one throbbing sense. All I can do is wait – and offer this moment with a willing heart.

Somehow as I lay down my hopes and plans for this day, abdicated by pain, I am at peace. I have done my best with the hand today has dealt. There is a grace – I feel the touch of God and I am blesse

About UntraveledRoads

Fascinated by life, looking for answers to chronic pain and finding unexpected gifts. Interested in people, ideas, healing and humour. I am very happily married with three children and a kitten. As English born immigrants to Canada, we have family spread overseas, a daughter in South Africa and one in England. We also run a charity in South Africa to educate black, rural South African Women. Our first girl from a rural township has just graduated as an accountant from Johannesburg University and got a good job in a bank.
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2 Responses to Pain-full Moment

  1. tersiaburger says:

    You are so stoic that. Hope tomorrow is a better day!

    • Thanks so much. Not so much stoical as no choice – at least only the choice of trying to make something of it rather than sink. Am sure your daughter knows this only too well. So does every person who gets up day after day and carries on, like you. It is a strange world to inhabit, though, so unlike the everyday one of most people I see hurrying past. Like living a parallel existence, so I wanted to get down the essence of the feeling.

I really value your comments and particularly where something resonates with your experience.

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