Love's Struggle...Love's Gift
© Susan A. Dallmann R.N.,R.M.T.,
From the primordial darkness, the depth of solitude,
that place where chaos tempts order; the dance of opposites, of contradictions
and confirmations, my immortal soul reaches unto yours acknowledging
your turmoil. Aware of your pain, shamefully recalling its own vulnerability,
precariously teetering between the security of childhood and the bravado
of adolescence, it reaches unto you, torn between wanting to hold
you; to kiss it and take the hurt away, and to let you stand free
and admire you as you strive to make sense of it all, as yet lacking the
life experience to know that sometimes there is no sense to be made.
I reach out to you in love, but not in pity. I see you there struggling
and in pain; but you are not weak and I do not feel sorry for you.
To do so, to pity you would place me above you, and this I will not do;
rather, I will look squarely into your face and lovingly into your eyes,
and thus, I will bestow upon you a gift more valuable than any other. More
valuable than any tangible help I might give to you, as that wound only
serve to weaken you and seduce you to depend upon me, setting the stage
for regrets and recriminations in a later, inevitable moment of confrontation.
My gift to you is my confidence in you.
My gift to you is my belief in your inherent strength, the belief in your
inherent abilities, the belief that you will conquer all and emerge victorious,
even against all odds; though sometimes they seem may insurmountable in
My gift to you is my love for you, without condition, without judgment,
freeform, rejoicing in the beauty of your uniqueness.
This is my legacy to bestow: a sincere and loving belief in you so
that you may believe in yourself by my example.
May it support and sustain you until your own experience reveals
the glorious truth of your own personal triumphs.
May it support and sustain you until that moment when, connecting with
your heart, you feel genuine pride in your becoming...in your wholeness...in