Healing

Two Cups of Tea at Hope’s Cafe

In a moment of despair, fearing that the recent fall I took might have done some real damage to my back. I turned to a sure-fire remedy:  poetry.  Actually, I went to my email to search for a favorite site “inward/outward.” There I found a post on healing which included a link to another site where I discovered a beautiful poem by the talented Jan Richardson:

The Healing That Comes A Blessing

I know how long

you have been waiting

for your story to take

a different turn,

how far

you have gone in search

of what will mend you

and make you whole.

I bear no remedy,

no cure,

no miracle

for the easing

of your pain

But I know

the medicine

that lives in a story

that has been

broken open.

I know

the healing that comes

in ceasing

to hide ourselves away

with fingers clutched

around the fragments

we think are

none but ours.

See how they fit together,

these shards

we have been carrying—

how in their meeting

they make a way

we could not

find alone. 

The post I had first read that led me to the poem also had a comforting thought that I have held onto:

“…there is no assurance of physical healing, only the awareness that I am held in a great web of love.  No matter what happens to my body, my spirit can be whole and at peace.”

So many times I have experienced that “great web of love.” I am reminded I continue to be surrounded by that web and can be whole and at peace, regardless of my personal state. For that I am most grateful. If you are in great pain or dire circumstances, do listen to your body, pay attention to that web of love which holds so much comfort, support and guidance. 

The invitation is open to share two cups of tea anytime at Hope’s Café or anywhere you share companionship and conversation.

May we bearers of hope, the “wait staff” at Hope’s Café, for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate