The healing path is often one of pain.
The scalpel’s wound at times must needs go deep
When cure is not a superficial sweep.
The measures taken must not be in vain.
For if the festered sore has taken hold,
Unchecked it could promote a fatal turn;
We choose the painful way that we might earn
A few more years, more precious now than gold.
And so it is with sickness of the soul,
The malady is rooted deep within.
We know not where or how we might begin,
But Jesus Christ alone can make us whole.
We may feel sadness and a hurting heart:
Chastisement always has a painful part.
All the earth shall worship Thee, and shall sing unto Thee;
they shall sing to Thy name. Selah.
This poem was a finalist in the February 2018 poetry contest