Friday, March 29, 2013

2013.03.29 Listening

It’s Good Friday, a paradoxical day when Christians remember Jesus’ hideous death on a cross and all the injustice and pain in the world, and at the same time see in it hope for transformation—brought forth by divine/human collaboration. Kinda crazy really, but hope against hope is like that.

One can only pray and write poetry. Here’s one that captures the whole hope-driven journey.

LISTENING
    by David Ignatow (American poet, born in Brooklyn, NY, 1914)

You wept in your mother’s arms
and I knew that from then on
I was to forget myself.
Listening to your sobs,

I was resolved against my will
to do well by us
and so I said, without thinking,
in great panic, To do wrong
in one’s own judgment,
though others thrive by it,
is the right road to blessedness.
Not to submit to error
is in itself wrong
and pride.

Standing beside you,
I took an oath
to make your life simpler
by complicating mine
and what I always thought
would happen did:
I was lifted up in joy.

1 comment:

Susan Oleksiw said...

Beautiful poem--it stays with you.