(山静) The Rose Garden , yellow, white, and red, in full blossom; beauty , fragrance, soothing, from the eye to the heart, whether you just pass by, or a special visitor. Inside the Church, evening, dim light, still magnificent, an army of long chairs, rows by rows, empty, except only one tiny little figure sitting there, so quiet. Oh, the air is so heavy, soaked with prayers. Dear God: would you please take one more? Becha, such a gentle old lady, with an angel’s heart, her lung cancer has spread; Marge, such an accomplished anthropologist, with a kindred spirit, just diagnosed with leukemia;
And there’s another pure soul, so innocent, is also suffering inside, from an unknown disease. Dear God: I have always refused to believe that “No good deeds go unpunished.” Could you hear me: why are all these happening? 2011 4 19 |