What have I to do with pain and suffering
I who was born to dance with the spheres?
Yet in the garden of Gethsemane
I find myself awaiting the inevitable,
Praying to a silent remote God that does not listen?
What do I have to do with anguish and agony,
I who was born to scatter love around me like a galaxy of stars?
Yet here I am in the garden of Gethsemane, all alone
Waiting to be led to the cross.
It is on the cross alone that we discover
Those who love and those who do not love.
What do I have to do with ruin and the dissolution of wholeness?
I who had witnessed the big bang of creation
And like Prospero reenacted it again and again?
What do I have to do with suffering
I who must suffer to atone and redeem
As the world around me shatters and dissolves.
Ruin and the poet. Multimedia
The image incorporates 2 images: a painting of mine and a digital image constructed around scenes of devastation