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From: Josh Einsohn (TxJoshInLA@aol.com)
Date: 25 Dec 2000
Time: 03:49:01
Remote Name: 172.141.166.146
At my cousin's Bar Mitzvah, they had created a special prayerbook with poems or quotes in the margins that highlighted the thoughts represented within the service itself. Alongside the Mourner's Kaddish (the prayer in remembrance of the dead), there were two poems. The first, I think is what a lot of us feel right now. Especially during the holidays when so many people seem cheery. The second...Carrie and Elizabeth validated my thoughts about that one. They said, "Wow, she could have said that." I agree. But, while I call it WENDY'S POEM, please know that it is not from her, but I do feel that it is very much her voice, and I hope that you agree. If anyone objects to me calling it WENDY'S POEM, please let me know, and I'll change it.
I hope you enjoy these meditations.
FROM US: I am trapped in a cage of pain, wondering if anyone knows. Does it show? Do people notice or do they just keep going? The happiness of life has left me stranded helplessly in this cage. I long to be free and to breathe the breath of joy and life.
A hole has been shot like a bullet, through my mind, my heart, and my soul. A gaping hole that fills with tears at night. What has happened to my world? The one without death looming about? What has happened to my freedom? What has happened to me?
I stand alone in this world of love and hate and injustice. Everything is so unfair. Why me? Why so sudden? I have only questions to ask. Ask, yes, but there is one wish. To have them back. Back in my life. Lifting my cage, and letting me free
by: Elena Dufner
WENDY'S POEM
When I die Give what's left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you. And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them What you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or sounds.
Look for me In the people I've known or loved, And if you cannot give me away, At least let me live in your eyes And not on your mind.
You can love me most By letting hands touch hands, By letting bodies touch bodies, And by letting go of children that need to be free.
Love doesn't die, People do. So, when all that's left of me is love, Give me away.
by: Merrit Malloy.