Más
de lo que ya
es habitual
el
sinsentido de la vida
Y
las vidas de…
Y
el miedo a la …
…existencia
Me
atormentan.
La
duda de la razón
y
el corazón
me desalientan
porque se traicionan.
Por
este continuo suplicio
que es estar
sin ser
insólito
extraordinario
natural.
Cuando
los que
poco entendemos
sobre la defunción…
…ésta
va
y
se
presenta en avalancha
dejando
tras de sí
un centenar de almas
sin
completar.
_______________________________________
A la Tragedia en Santiago de Compostela.
A la Tragedia en Santiago de Compostela.
Sorry: Misrosoft WORD changed some words which made mine meaningless. Here is what I wrote:
ReplyDeleteD.
I see this piece as a rare beauty--a memorial in words. Wonderful write...from your heart, soul.
One of my pursuits involves helping others recover from their addictions. The practice of this work leaves little time to “think”, which—for me--translates “torment” (myself).
When I am “thinking”, sometimes I perceive an angel hovering nearby. I try then to remember “Was not the devil once the most beautiful, most knowledgeable ANGEL?”
Nothing in all Creation is “meaningless”, above all other, human life. Those who die—no matter what/how/when/where, have not completed their journey, you write. I agree--because our journeys are ever-and-forever, never completed. There IS no end of it all. Only the “end” I THINK (that word, again!) that I know.
We mourn, scorn, recover, or maybe not. Time sometimes but not always, heals wounds. But in the end, let us not give up. Persistence, Perseverance, staying busy with whatever, believing and trusting in God’s Wisdom, that He loves us—we continue asking Him to show us His Will, and give us power to carry it out.
THAT is life! (Now, I wish I could LIVE it as well as write it-grin!)
Again, D., a true and fine memoriam.