12 May 2017

Poetic Injustice

When we are cold, we put garments
On ourselves, to be made warm again.
But woe to him who is cold
And has no garments to clothe himself!
It would better for him to have not needed
Than to need and not have.

Blessed is he who drinks from the spring
Where children once played
But woe to him who drinks the water
From which the children have departed!
It would be better for him to have not drunk
Than to drink and not be quenched.

Blessed is he who finds the tree
In the shade where he was made
But cursed is the one who seeks it
For those who depart shall not return!
Is it better, then, to never seek
Than to seek and never find?