To a Wounded Angel...
You're so brave, so strong, so beautiful, and you can fly
so high
I'm so often in awe of you, did you know that? And
believe me when I say to you that I value you every bit as much when you're
stooping as when you soar
Right now, settled on the ground, with your
wings folded down around you, I think I love you even more
"Everything happens for a reason," good people
have told you, and you've done your very best to believe them. This philosophy
offers such comfort and peace. And in retrospect, when looking back upon my own
life, for the most part, it rings true. So much that was painful or
disappointing later proved to serve me. And I know with all of my heart that
your own hurt can serve you.
But I can't offer up that "everything happens for a
reason" to you. My throat closes around those words the moment they occur
to me, and bitterness rises up to meet them.
How can there possibly be a reason for innocent children
to be tortured physically, sexually, emotionally or spiritually? There is no
reason that I can accept, and I've long since given up my quest to acquire one.
I refuse to tell you that the devastation that you suffered as a small child
happened for a reason. What logical reason could there possibly be?
As a therapist, I've looked into too many pain filled
eyes. Eyes that reflect a tortured childhood, eyes that ask why? WHY? And you
know what? There never was a why that I found acceptable. Not a single
explanation that was ever good enough for me.
And so my tired angel, I come to you emptied of answers.
I can't take away your WHY and replace it with an explanation. I wish I could.
I want so very much to take your pain away.
Because I cannot take away, I come to you with a modest
offering. One so small, that I'm humbled as I hold it out to you. It's a small
stone with one word engraved upon its surface. The word is AND.
You were hurt very badly AND yet in spite of the hurt,
you've grown. You were deeply wounded AND still you survived. You were exposed
to the worst in human behavior AND yet you've always tried to give your best.
Your voice was silenced AND still you've heard and responded to the pain of
others. You were touched by evil AND you've chosen to embrace goodness. You
were betrayed AND still you seek to trust. You've been vulnerable and exposed
AND still you've sheltered lost souls with your wings.
Your agony can't be denied, but neither my precious
friend can all of the AND's that are contained within you. They too have shaped
you, and even as your pain has left you grounded, the AND's surely make up the
magic that will lead you once again to fly. Take them with you
Love,
A Fellow Traveler
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