Dedicated To Weary Angels

 

For He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all they ways.

 

 

You're so brave, so strong, so beautiful, and you can only 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 well as when you soar ...

Right now, settled on the ground,

with your wings folded around you,

I think I love you even more ...

 

"Everything happens for a reason,"

good people have told you,

and you have done your best to believe them.

This philosophy offers such comfort and peace.

And in retrospect,

when looking back on 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 occurto 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 I can accept,

and I've long since given up my quest to acquire one.

 

I refuse to tell you that devastation that you suffered

as a small child happened for a reason.

What logical reason could there possibly be?

I've looked into too many pained filled eyes ...

eyes that reflect a tortured childhood,

eyes that ask why?

WHY?  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 weary 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 cannot be denied,

but neither my precious friend, can all of the

ANDS

that are contained within you.

 

They too have shaped you,

and even asyour painhas left you grounded,

the

ANDS

will surely make up the magic that will lead you once again to fly.

Take them with you ...

Love,

A fellow Traveler

 

 

(Author Unknown)

 

If this poem speaks to your heart and the things you care about ...

If you have suffered pain or loss with no explanation ...

This site offers comfort.

There are many voices sharing their experiences

and the answers that healed them.

If you are looking for healing and support,

You may want to visit:

http://groups.msn.com/NeedanAngel/homepage.msnw

 

 

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