For years I’ve known the pain of suffering
while I lived as a square peg in a round hole.
For a lifetime I’ve known the agony of struggling
while I lived vulnerably in a world of power.
More harshness have I known than softness
and bitterness than sweet.
Yet it is the pain of tenderness and blessing
that threatens to conquer me.
I sit in the morning like a victim of shock
as I take in the view from the abundance of my home.
I walk away humbly from folks I’ve just met
yet they have welcomed me as if I were a lifelong friend.
I laugh because the golden-haired toddler takes my breath away
when she overwhelms me with love and charm and innocence.
I cry in wonder because the pain of tenderness and blessing
threatens to conquer me as if I were a captive of Love.