Immortal Platypus

Life is a storm. It blusters, wind whipping us. It billows us to and fro. Lightning strikes all around, blinding and deafening. The rain falls like bullets, each droplet driving into the skin of the living.

It hurts.

It all hurts.

My body hurts.

My soul is broken.

My spirit is wounded.

My heart is destroyed. 

But I'm thankful for the pain. Pain is a feeling. As long as the pain is there, then I'm alive. If I'm alive, then there's still time for me to get better. 

So I'm ok with hurting. Let me feel the pain.

I know it won't stop hurting for a long time. But life goes on.

And I know a Healer. There is no pain he has not felt, nor a wound he cannot heal. He can calm the wind. Peace follows Him. Eventually, the Sun will rise and banish the clouds. And in that day, I will be whole.

My soul?

Repaired.

My spirit?

Joyous.

My body?

Perfected.

My heart?

Full.