Pain is a signal we cannot ignore,
In no uncertain terms it tells us of need,
And goads the will to take what steps it may
To seek relief. The body can no more
Endure, and to its urgency pays heed
In seeking means such suffering to allay,
It mars the functioning, depletes the store
Of energy, and saps the life indeed.
Yet drives us to arrest what seeps away.
Relief may come with drugs, but at the core
Slow rot continues; healing is not there.
So with the soul that writhes in agony,
Conscious of sin there is no remedy
Save what is found in importunate prayer.
Weekly Times 12.4.62