Our Suffering

Our suffering has no purpose

(Thus, life is meaningless)

Unless we use it 

To connect to one another. 

Suffering is the ancient, ubiquitous 

Root system of humanity, 

And on the exactly opposing end 

Of suffering we find

The beautiful joy blossoms.

   

Those that haven’t the courage

To embrace their own suffering

Haven’t fortitudinous roots when tempests strike

Haven’t joyous blossoms when dawn awakes.

They are deadwood, driftwood

On the forest floor, on the deserted shore.

Mere firewood.

To grow courageous, embrace suffering.

To live free, realize you only control yourself. 

To be happy, love others as you love yourself. 

God is with us in our suffering,

We will not be spared, for it's part of life.

May we empathize with each other,

May we give what God has given us.