Agony in the Garden of Life

There is beauty in agony.

The angle of the fading sun spotlighting horses on a hill

The absence of pain between excruciating contractions

The way the air is sucked out of the room as the ailing takes her last breath

The chances, possibilities

      that never existed when there was no pain,

      no reason to take risks,

      Only a stasis that lured us into settling.

    There is no proverbial gain without the pain.

    Acute, clarifying, sharp —

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    by Jennifer Butler Basile on March 28, 2013  •  Permalink
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    Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on March 28, 2013

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    1. Mohammed Abdulhaque

       /  March 28, 2013

      that never existed when there was no pain,
      no reason to take risks,

      Love is full of pain, we love to loved.

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    2. Jennifer Butler Basile

       /  March 28, 2013

      True. And need to, to survive . . .

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    3. evanescentIncrements

       /  March 28, 2013

      Beautiful agony.

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