Suffering
A Good Friday Reflection
A Syllabic Poem — The Culminating 30
All
there is
now
for me,
suffering
and pain;
Why must this
continue so,
day and night,
with no respite,
no consolation?
Is there meaning
somewhere I should find,
or only delusion,
the last vestiges
of fast-fading daydreams,
borne in a brutal fever,
without the least reason
brushed so hastily away?
Why must it always come to this,
Are there no things more sacred
Than false glory, a phantom kiss,
As betrayers move through the darkness.
A path, now long grown accustomed,
They tread in their deep quest for revenge.
What might they find to be my greatest sin,
That I continue, still, to love them,
Or do I call their righteousness to task?
Did my innocence insult and enflame them,
When they saw their souls through my looking glass?
I wrote a poem to this image of Moh’d Bilbeisi’s in 2023, depicting Christ’s crucifixion over Gaza. You hear little in the news of their continued torture as a people at this time. But it has not ended, and the de-humanization continues. Good Friday is an appropriate day to reflect again upon their (and his) plight.
Agony
Gaza and Israel : Eternally woundingmedium.com
Text: Copyright © 2025, Robert G. Metivier. All Rights Reserved.
Image: Copyright © 2023, Moh’d Bilbeisi. All Rights Reserved.
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