"I Have Suffered More Than You"

Getting home from a funeral
It began.
Already bereft and lonely,
The sickness and wretch
Of the humiliated one began.
Pain ensued,
Aching, sharp pains, global
And tears.
There was no bravery this time.
Every movement was calculated
To avoid the awful anguish,
And yet, there was no swift answer.
There is more to do.
There are places to go.
There are people to see.
Agony followed the ache.
Sobbing, pleading, and begging too.
Never before was the one so weak and pitiful and inadequate.
Every bump, every turn, every movement
Was misery.
Time passed slowly, almost as if it had stopped and idled.
More petitions, tears, and appeals;
To make it stop!
Then, finally, the voice.
The voice of comfort and peace.
“I have suffered more than this for you.”
And then, the one had peace and shame.
Endurance was necessary,
It is ‘pain with a purpose’
Suffering causes humility and gratitude,
Juxtaposed to pride and arrogance.
And lessons have to be learned.
He did it!
He, the Savior, did the atonement
Which was greater than the one,
Greater than the sum,
Greater than all.
Pure intellectual learning, an at- one-ness
With Him.
The lesson: priceless, incomprehensible, and devastating.
One had not yet reached the pinnacle of learning.
Who is the one to complain?
No one.
Just one of the many seeking for relief;
Which is only found by following one path.
Were it not for mercy, justice, love, and the atonement,
The one would be lost
Forever.