Poetry «Death»

 

O, my Lord why do your people ask me

To fathom the mysteries of death –

What must I say to them?

I, that know of no life nor death –

What must I tell them?

 

Your scriptures talk of bubbles forming and bursting,

But what can I say to them whose breasts heave

To suckle a babe, a husband’s going not to come back,

A woman’s agonizing pain, a father losing his son?

Lord, what must I say to give hope? 

 

Death comes, death goes, death is but life –

How do I explain to them, life is but death?

I am your son, see you not your son weeping, 

I can only surrender to your keeping

I take them to the sea-shore and point 

To the waves rising and subsiding,

They do not understand.

IFSU