your pain
is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding
even as the stone of the fruit must
break
that its heart may stand in the sun
so must you no pain
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and could you keep your heart in wonder
at the daily miracles of your life
your pain would not seem less wondrous
than your joy
and you would accept the seasons of your
heart
even as you have always accepted the
seasons that pass over your fields
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and you would watch with serenity
through the winters of your grief
much of your pain is self-chosen
it is the bitter potion by which the
physician
within you heals your sick self
therefore trust the physician
and drink his remedy in silence
and tranquility
for his hand though heavy and hard
is guiding by the tender hand of the
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unseen
and the cup he brings though it burns
your lips
has been fashioned of the clay which the
potter has moistened with his
own sacred tears
you