My Brotha’s Pain

I cannot feel your pain;

 

I can only hope to ease it by some insignificant amount

 

For your grief is not mine to manage or bear,

 

but it is my duty to support you under its great weight,

and aid in not letting it mutate into hate

and thus consume you.

 

But it is your right to rage at the machine.

 

Your princess is gone for reasons that seem inexplicable –

 

like the plan and design of an unsound mind.

 

The universe seems less hospitable than usual

when the life of a beautiful,

bright woman in the making is cut short.

 

Where is the fairness in this?

 

The retort of the cosmos is, “Fairness only exists at death;

it cannot be realized by the flesh,”

 

but that offers us no consolation.

 

So we live, and we mourn, and we cry, and perform

our rituals of release that guide us into peace of mind

and serenity of spirit.

 

And we endure, and push on,

and we strengthen the bonds that remain,

and give time all it needs to repair us.

-HymnAgen