Ten years from now, they say,
it won’t matter anymore.
I’ll be healed; the agony I feel
will be forgotten, they assure.
This throb will be a shrouded silence
in my memory, a faint scar, I’ll see
a growth mark inside the person
I’ll be then. Stronger, smarter.
Of course it won’t hurt, they declare;
ten years from now — perhaps only five —
this sting of betrayal, those words you said,
forgotten like the schoolgirl’s scribblers
a few years after Graduation day.
I’ll be thankful then, they tell me,
I learned the lesson in my youth
and in a few years — or a month or two —
my eyes, drained of tears, will see the wisdom.
Like a prof’s lecture, their words fill my head
but there’s a loose connection somewhere;
my brain can’t order my heart to numb. Maybe
in ten years I’ll be rewired.
In desperation I carry the ache I feel
to the Source of all relief. The One who
created pain — and comfort. He Who rules
today — and ten years from now.
— Christine Goodnough —
I posted this on Swallow in the Wind to show how ineffective platitudes can be.
But I also wanted to point to our Divine Comforter, so I added the last verse. Do you think it sounds better with, or without?
I have found that when I’m in the middle of a deep heartache, if I sing hymns of praise, such as “Great is thy faithfulness, O God my Father,” it helps me to get a grip on the transience of this pain. I become more aware of the overruling hand of the One Who loves me, and that in itself brings comfort. And I remember there will come a day when He shall wipe away all tears from His children’s eyes, “whosoever believeth in Him.”
What do you do to cope with sorrow, pain, or betrayal?