http://www.blackcatpoems.com/a/autumn_ballad.html
Check out this poem by Henry Abbey, it’s great. Paints a great picture, at least for me. I love the last line of the poem, “And wept in dismal rain and moaned for what could never be.” (Abbey)
I made it through Thanksgiving this year without a hitch. My dressing wasn’t near as good as Granny’s was; but we ate it. It tasted fine. It just wasn’t hers. How on earth can cornbread dressing make my heart hurt so bad? I had my Zantac that day so I know it wasn’t acid reflux. When do memories stop hurting? I have got to move forward, right? In a sad kind of way, I don’t want to. I don’t want to forget my Granny. I don’t want to let go. Selfish, huh?
Have you ever cried in the rain? I mean really wept. There is something cleansing about releasing your pain outside. The rain cleans the air and returns your soul to a pristeen state of serenity. There is something healing in allowing yourself to reach deep inside of your pain and give it a voice. Go ahead, scream. Cry. Yell; moan. Get it out! If you keep it inside, it will only poison your blood with bitterness. Even if you are only moaning for what can never be, (Abbey), it is still important to provide that pain with an avenue of expression.
Pain. Hmm, I don’t even like the sound of that word. Nothing in this life is fair. Especially when it comes to pain, and the reason for it. I sometimes think that emotional pain is the worst of all. Physical pain can be controlled; usually. Emotional pain, however, is on a different level. Emotional pain can live forever. Sometimes, moaning is called for. It’s like it brings your mind, soul, and body into alignment. It seems to take away a lot of confusion and disarray. Sometimes you just have to get to this point. You have to be able to grieve audibly in order to move forward. At least I know this is the case with me. I need to hear myself-hurting. I need to feel on every level, not just physical.
Go ahead and cry. Go ahead and scream to the world! For Heaven’s sake (and your own) get it out. Don’t keep those kinds of feelings inside.
Want to hear something neat? When God told Joshua and his men to take the city of Jericho, He didn’t command them to use weapons. What did they use? Their voices. (There is power in simply obeying the Lord, absolutely. He also commanded them to walk around the city. Gotta make sure I keep my stories straight.) I think there is power to be found in our voices. A God-given abundance of wonder-working power that springs forth from His eternal supply of living water. Please. Pick up the cup and drink from it. Pick it up, go on. Shout unto the Lord! Cry out to Him for help and healing. He gives the water so freely.
Drink it, and find your voice. Then clear your throat and shout! Sing! Speak! Tell of His wonderful mercies! He is your key to freedom, using your voice is a step towards healing. After all, we are made overcomers by the words of our mouth …
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