Often times, medicine tastes horrible,
But it helps you nonetheless!
Thus, the trials and tribulations in our lives, my dear,
Are the Divine’s form of
Icky, thick, syrupy, red cough suppressant,
Given to you in hopes that eventually
It might soothe your incessant movement of discomfort!
Let us try to take our medicine with thankful hearts;
Let us try to find the joy beneath all of the pain and confusion!
For we are all constantly
Being worked on
By God’s very own fingertips.
Toward the vision of unity that IS
And all that ever truly was.
We all intertwine,
And crash into one another,
To serve as God’s divine medicine,
For each one of our betterment!
I know beautiful child,
Its’ hard to see past the tears that are fogging your vision,
And so difficult to dig beneath the many layers of pain and confusion,
To find that treasure chest within.
But take my hand,
trust my words,
And let’s forgive this dream together.