Let the grit of our suffering
Become the pearl of our offering

There is always a purpose to our pain
It can feed our hate and resentment
Or, with great stealth and much grace,
It can feed a love so deep, so powerful,
It touches others and transforms them

Let wounds, trauma and suffering
Not be wasted on more negativity

But let it feed us and grow us
So we become something new
Something powerful and noble
Something worthy and beautiful
And let us carry ourselves
With humble magnificence
Even with all that has been broken.

– Kavi Jezzie Hockaday

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