a patient documentary
A situation difficult as such, no doubt,
and what is worse, it's serious.
What can we do about it,
when no doctors can do anything,
when experts are completely at a loss,
when no one does or dares do anything,
when operation offers no results,
when there are complications
and we are left hanging knowing nothing
since there is no one to tell us anything.
Our last resource is healing
which can give us no assurances
and no professional or certain help
at that ideal place of a rest in limbo
as a sluice and easy gate to death.
All we can do is pray for miracles,
which certainly can happen
but are certainly in no way certain.
This is hell or purgatory
of a temporary kind though,
since death of all things is the last
that lasts forever –
it is only the most casual of moments
briefer than the slaking of a candle
and a passing only through a gate
from one life to another, or,
as many put it,
from this mortal life of vanity
to the eternal life of any meaning.
We can not accept it, though,
but must hold on to her in persevering obstinacy
until she recovers and returns
to a much better life than heretofore,
for her sake and for ours.
P.S. http://users.mrbean.net.au/~wlast/hamer.html
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-10 at 10:21
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Hanging by the neck between life and death...
A situation difficult as such, no doubt,
and what is worse, it's serious.
What can we do about it,
when no doctors can do anything,
when experts are completely at a loss,
when no one does or dares do anything,
when operation offers no results,
when there are complications
and we are left hanging knowing nothing
since there is no one to tell us anything.
Our last resource is healing
which can give us no assurances
and no professional or certain help
at that ideal place of a rest in limbo
as a sluice and easy gate to death.
All we can do is pray for miracles,
which certainly can happen
but are certainly in no way certain.
This is hell or purgatory
of a temporary kind though,
since death of all things is the last
that lasts forever –
it is only the most casual of moments
briefer than the slaking of a candle
and a passing only through a gate
from one life to another, or,
as many put it,
from this mortal life of vanity
to the eternal life of any meaning.
We can not accept it, though,
but must hold on to her in persevering obstinacy
until she recovers and returns
to a much better life than heretofore,
for her sake and for ours.
P.S. http://users.mrbean.net.au/~wlast/hamer.html
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 429 times
Written on 2006-12-10 at 10:21
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