Says the little empty pain:
"When your mind thinks quit, hope whispers one more try."
Walking out of something familiar and safe, into the unknown homeless cold, downtown there's this big whirling disappointment of life upending all of your plans and expectations.
There's the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of small successes that don't ingratiate you with the fulfillment you anticipated.
There are the vicious, stabbing pains of dreams being torn up by watchful enemies.
There's also the gospel of peace, Love, the Truth, the sweet little pains of finding others who need your help, giving them your compassion, and taking great joy, as they grow and prosper.
Says the steady pain of love, "shrug it off," so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help her bear the burden one more day.
Aaron Cohen
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