Adrift on a Darkened Sea
Kevin came to see me.
He had escaped serious injury,
Only some burns on his arm
And a broken walk.
His eyes had taken refuge
Deep in his skull,
Emptying his face.
Helene asked me to take her to the Rabbi.
She hid behind dark glasses,
Buried in the hood of her oversized sweatshirt
While falling
Off the edge of the earth like a sunset.
Kevin wants to know, Helene began,
If God is done taking children.
The Rabbi tried to see past her cloaking,
Into what was left of her heart.
A man, began the Rabbi,
Was afflicted with a terrible disease.
He came to see Rabbi Israel of Rizhyn.
Rabbi, the man said,
My suffering is interfering with my study and prayer.
Can you help me?
How do you know, my friend, he said,
What is more pleasing to God,
Your studying or your suffering?
In the silence that followed,
The shadow cast by grief
Circling her like a scavenger.
It will never be enough,
The Rabbi said as we left.
We can attribute purpose to suffering,
But it is still suffering.
We paused in the stillness of the old sanctuary
And inhaled the must of undisturbed air,
Unshackling memories
Chained for decades
To our previous lives.
For the first time in years,
I held her hand.
In the dark, we drove east,
Pursuing a distance sufficient
To thin her despair.
There was no moon.
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