Sorrow

I asked David Stringer to let me post this poem of his created in the aftermath of last week's events. Beautiful and prescient.

What is the Reason for Sorrow?

This week, they crossed over to the realm
of the Unmanifest, where nothing
is lost. Here is the illusory, tempting
us into blindness. We are never allowed

to see through the illusion, that this vesture
as a garment of skin is only a semblance
of a lesser inviting us into a Greater.
Farrah, Michael, and Ed shed their garments

this week. Veiled as they were in beauty,
song, and humor, the lesser gave
way to the greater. Few will see
into this great crossing. There is a loss

of sight, and this a far greater death. Opaque
to the light, the culture stares strident
into an abyss of darkness. Fooled
by the iciness of death, the luminosity

of greater life is lost. Quickly, send for Father
Abraham, and have him touch our tongue
with his tears of joy that we may weep
a proper weeping, and stop this infernal charade.

David Stringer
30 June 2009
Norcross, GA