I
God
is brokenhearted today.
I
see it in the eyes of people all around me.
A
monk immolates himself in protest against the regime
Another
gunned down as his brothers watch in horror.
A
woman cries “why not me” as her lover rends her heart
by
choosing another.
A
mother wraps her bald head in a scarf pretending it is
winter’s
grip which is icy.
A
child cries as she is kicked in the head by her friend on the swings.
Her
friend cries too.
So
many tears, such incredible suffering
And
yet in the space of the story so much is left unsaid.
II
The
girl now committed to justice in a far away land.
In
the spaces.
A
father toiling to change gun laws.
In
the spaces.
Lovers
gazing into the silence of each other’s eyes.
In
the spaces.
Researchers
mapping complex molecules and genes in a puzzle of
Dazzling
and cosmic proportions. At stake the soul of existence.
In
the spaces.
III
One
could say that it's the ying and yang
Black
and white, the give and take.
And
this too would be right.
But
even these are too neat and shiny a ribbon for
A
package of infinite beauty.
Today,
I will call you life.
on
the lines and in the spaces.
All
of it everywhere
So
rich, so simple, so bittersweet.
