I am acting:
within what breaks, I am vast Abyss
within the falling, I am depthless Depth
in the emptying, I am the Silence
Shed your mind’s unconscious gossip and still your Heart
Touch your forehead to the earth
a floral carpet Crimson Red
on which you bumble and tumble
in My Glory.
“Who could have thought my shrivel’d heart
Could have recover’d greennesse?
George Herbert, The Flower
Pain indicates brokenness exists.
Pain is the reminder that the real Enemy is trying to take us out and bring us down by keeping us stuck in broken places.