sooner or later, it was bound to happen...

you know, that Divine Intervention

that swoops down to gently re-align

our growth patterns,

not unlike the pruning shears that

snips the wayward throngs of a rose bush...

yet, it does hurt...

in my limited and selfish perception

I only see the pain of the shears' blade

as it pierces to the quick and the dead silence

left by angry words, both spoken and tacit...

as I cleaned a pile of thorny stems,

and cast aside the scraps of growth,

I wondered if the bush I just pruned

was in pain, if the droplets of sap

that was now hardening were releasing

its own silent anger towards me...

had I failed to hear the desperate cries

from the stems that I just trimmed?...

sooner or later, true growth emerges from pain...

down deep I know this, yet meanwhile,

I abhor and despise the pain which

soon will bear fruit.

when I look through my Father's eyes,

I can see the tiny bud of growth

that has already begun to sprout,

pointing a different direction,

yet still yearning the Light...

...just like the branch I pruned

so carefully, knowing to cut right

above the new growth...

is not our Father even more careful...

...as He prunes this hybrid of you and me?

sooner or later, it was bound to happen...