Pain, upon men, is like water on this Earth.
The chaos from which God spoke first
and we first cried in response to our birth.
Water, the shimmering spirit of life
expands beyond the coasts to where it can eternally dance away from land.
Pain, manifested and made real in blood,
takes what it can and proceeds on,
unchallenged, after its victim’s dying day– beyond.
Blood and water,
the only things left in Christ’s body,
are two symmetries made unique
for that which they’re made to cleanse.
When either pain or water gains, it grows restless,
and all creation with it.
It seeks the easiest path to go.
And violently cuts the very thing that holds it up.
As easy as it is to let it pass by,
we mustn’t give it what it wants;
a path to rush down to join the rest of its kind.
It’s a hard thing to do;
to hold it for a time unknown,
but by holding it, we allow for life a chance to grow.