Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Beautiful and Dreadful Pain

The Beautiful and Dreadful Pain
-to Eric Korotish (1961-2010)

In celebrating a much too short
life of a young father,
the masks of “okay” and “doing well” fails
to cover the problem of summing up
a life. In came the catalog of achievements,
like some final resume or permanent record.

Permanent, like drinking bad Whisky, which
promise escape, coats our necks making us stiff.
Hundreds of friends come on a sunny day
to speak of his life and find the glue
of awkward silence. What can we say?

Eric was not a report card. Gone, yes,
even as we find fragment of him
in his son and his daughter, in our tears
from our stories. Memory massages our failures
to find words. The next day, I wake with a headache
from moving chairs and not getting enough water.

Jesus promised living water, water to wash away
the pain of death, the pain of suffering, and the pain
of living. Living, living, living means feeling like crap
at the death of a friend.

1 comment:

naturalspacerc said...

Cuando la teologia y los sermones no logran explicar, a pesar de mil esfuerzos intelectuales, la vida, la enfermedad de nos allegados, la muerte, etc, solo me queda una mirada en silencio al jesus que me encontro un dia.

Hay una frase del escritor y rabino Harold Kushner (en el libro "when bad things happen to good people") que quisiera compartirte:

"...puede haber una respuesta sastifactoria a las tragedias de la vida. La respuesta seria la contestacion de job en la version de la histoira biblica de Macleish: perdonar al mundo por no ser perfecto, perdonar a Dios por no hacer un mundo mejor, acercarnos a la gente que nos rodea y continuar viviendo a pesar de todo."