It’s not true, what they say.
God often gives you more
than you can handle, then
stands back and observes as
you adapt. Or perish,
like the infinite others who were
given more than they could handle and
are no longer here to say so.
God is not cruel, just curious,
like a researcher whose interest in mice
extends outward to their tolerance, but
not inward to their small mice spirits
calling in the dark, and then
the light, and then the dark,
beneath the shock of electricity
they have not learned to avoid or
near the cheese they have
longed to find in the labyrinth
of their inescapable lives.
Response is the thing.
Despair or rejoice. Squirm or dance.
Declare the world’s beauty, or
curse its brutality.
Equivocate. Alternate. Decide again.
God wants only to sum your choices, to tally
your life beside the endless others:
Do you sink, this moment? Rise?
Or abide, eventually, in the
a dim, dislocated shadow
of the life you dreamed when
you unfolded perfect fingers
in your mother’s patient womb?
God notes the point where
tolerance is exceeded, where
“too much” delimits your
The lost love,
the dead child;
the decaying parent.
The helpless flutter of
the butterfly’s remaining wing.
Waiting to see what you do
at that moment.
What you have learned.
So laugh, and die well every day.
Not like Narcissus, enamored
of your own brief beauty, having looked
no further all your life. Nor Jocasta,
given to your own vast despair
as if it mattered.
But like Li Po, drunk on
wine and wisdom, and happy,
his poet’s body creasing the cool
dark water without a sound,
his lungs filling and filling with
fluid mystery after he reached
to embrace the moon’s reflection
and fell from the boat he knew better than to trust.
Make God smile.
I just read the last book of the Narnia series by C.S. Lewis. This poem fits the book (and the whole book series too) perfectly.
That hadn’t occurred to me! Thanks for pointing it out and, as always, for taking the time to read and comment. Much appreciated!
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So much to consider here, Cate. ‘The helpless flutter of the butterfly’s remaining wing.’ nearly brought a tear to my eye. ‘So laugh, and die well everyday.’ is such excellent advice. As always, thank you for stimulating my mind. -Russ
You’re welcome, Russ. I’m so glad to know you’re out there reading, and appreciative of your always thoughtful responses.
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