Hemingway contemplates
light,
In a new found darkness.
He wonders when it will
End,
And asks Cohen:
“Do you know?”
“How was it when you left?”
Cohen answers
No – it was so, so,
It hadn’t been that dark
Since 1939,
But the light
Eventually will come.
And we may see ourselves again perhaps In ways,
we haven’t seen,
Since very long ago.
The boatman
Is no where to be seen
No boat, no oars,
No shining angel eyes .
There are only remnant
traces where he’s been.
He’s far away exploring other familiar shores,
And his presence
Is sorely missed.
Have mercy
Ring a forgiving bell
Dispense the milk of human kindness
A flow that will nourish you as well
Withhold it for yourself
And there is only living hell
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Remember the Jews , Armenians, Greeks, and countless others that have experienced these horrors of human brutality.
Naked we come into this world and
Naked we go out,
And In spite of all
Our coverings,
Little do we
Control or know
Of consequence,
Except with out a doubt
For our behaviour.
YOU whose heart was
Enormous, cracked, and sympathetically flawed-
radiating light
from a blazing great fire;
whose eyes
Puffed with weariness
In a body too tired,
and too frail to go on,
With eyes clear and luminous
And shining with wonder
as they often are
in the aged and wise.
The time arises that souls
need to move on,
Like a bird on a wire;
And you knew it was coming,
-this journey-
With a Hineni in song
PWChaltas 