To love others
To love others, the preacher said,
we must feel others' pain
but, how might we possibly do that
unless we first feel our own?
Turn and embrace, without looking
over its shoulder, our own pain.
Breathe in the saved-up-from-childhood
darkness and ignorance, panic and dread,
just to see if we might survive.
Flight, the sum moments of our lives
might be described as, from one anesthetizing,
enisling distraction to another, inside
and outside the mind while the truth
we need face may only be shadows
flitting about the room above our crib.
Pain is real, elemental, unavoidable
but, its accompanying fear may not be -
and it is our own interior frontier
we must traverse - our cowering hearts
holding the torch, leading the way.
O child of God, to love our neighbors as ourselves
means nothing if we do not love ourselves.