Pyschic pain may take us to the depths
Absent may we wish to be from these,
Where Jesus in Gethsemene has wept.
What is it we ‘re reluctant to perceive?
Universal answers don’t exist.
We differ in what we willingly accept.
From over frantic action I desist,
While learning what defences from me kept.
I fear humiliation and ill will.
Yet in the deep a response may be hid.
Despite the suffering, I remain quite still
I gaze at trees, awaiting psyche’s bid.
Psyche wished to see and then was pained.
Yet, with desire, much knowledge she attained
How my heart sings 