Brendan's Lament
There are twin brothers
that construct and
deconstruct all of us.
If you look close
you can see the
brothers raging war.
The destructor is
always the victor: always.
Raping and
ravaging the happiness
from an otherwise
utopian world.
This is a place of life abundance
and yet there is death.
And I wonder ‘why?’
The ever-present creation
and its equal devestation.
Again—Why?
Akita- meaning the searcher
of the divine Creator.
This was my vision of God
and now I live its name:
searching for some reason
in the pains that we face
and asking – Why?
– Why must he have such control?
– Why does death reign with an unfair and uncorrectable absoluteness?
– Why is there a child that cries in the wake?
– Can the tears of one child negate the joys felt by a thousand others?
The answer becomes obvious.
Akita a place of an undeniable
presence of the Maker.
Children laughing; blossoms bloom.
Life – Death.
Unmistakably both are present.
It pains to realize that
there is darkness
even in the light.
Somewhere a child weeps
for his lost mother.
He remains, yet his innocence
is now a distant memory.
Like the parched mouth
longing for the renewal of water:
but there is no water.
I want to understand.
I want to help the child,
but I know that regardless
of what I do or try to say
my words are meaningless.
And so the child weeps.
Somewhere is the Father.
And His love is with
the weeping child at all times.
The child cannot sense Him
and so the child weeps.
Here lies the weeping child,
unaware of the love that still surrounds.
I offer one thought that
the child must remember:
that even in the death’s darkness
is the light of God.
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This poem is for Brendan. Please pray for him and his family.
that construct and
deconstruct all of us.
If you look close
you can see the
brothers raging war.
The destructor is
always the victor: always.
Raping and
ravaging the happiness
from an otherwise
utopian world.
This is a place of life abundance
and yet there is death.
And I wonder ‘why?’
The ever-present creation
and its equal devestation.
Again—Why?
Akita- meaning the searcher
of the divine Creator.
This was my vision of God
and now I live its name:
searching for some reason
in the pains that we face
and asking – Why?
– Why must he have such control?
– Why does death reign with an unfair and uncorrectable absoluteness?
– Why is there a child that cries in the wake?
– Can the tears of one child negate the joys felt by a thousand others?
The answer becomes obvious.
Akita a place of an undeniable
presence of the Maker.
Children laughing; blossoms bloom.
Life – Death.
Unmistakably both are present.
It pains to realize that
there is darkness
even in the light.
Somewhere a child weeps
for his lost mother.
He remains, yet his innocence
is now a distant memory.
Like the parched mouth
longing for the renewal of water:
but there is no water.
I want to understand.
I want to help the child,
but I know that regardless
of what I do or try to say
my words are meaningless.
And so the child weeps.
Somewhere is the Father.
And His love is with
the weeping child at all times.
The child cannot sense Him
and so the child weeps.
Here lies the weeping child,
unaware of the love that still surrounds.
I offer one thought that
the child must remember:
that even in the death’s darkness
is the light of God.
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This poem is for Brendan. Please pray for him and his family.
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