arabian sea – Haiku / Poetry on the Death and Burial of Osama Bin Laden

in murky depths a
body lies a mouldering;
arabian sea

arabian sea,
all the perfumes of the land
cannot clean stained hands

arabian sea,
it cannot yet be that sea,
of forgetfulness
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Also, though I am not a Catholic and so do not know exactly what to make of this author’s mention of the beatification of John Paul II on the same day that Osama Bin Laden died, I do appreciate his articulation of the Christian teaching on justice and forgiveness, especially as he personally witnessed the horrors of 911 and ministered to its victims.

How shall we speak of weight?

In writing for Catapult magazine, I have written about pornography, grieving, conflict, and race, but seldom has the prospect of articulating my thoughts and feelings about a topic been harder than writing about weight. My interior landscape as it reflects on my own external form and also how we talk about such issues with one another in community-or rather don’t talk about such issues-are so complex, involving such depth of feeling, that the task seemed too hard, principally because of the wounding it might cause others. And, consequently, I did not manage to write an article this time. After several failed attempts at an essay,though, I did manage to write a sort of poem which gets at some of what I was after. It is not much, but if it precipitates any thoughts which you would like to talk to me about, please do not hesitate to email me.

This issue entitled “Weight,” is not only about the weight of bodies, but also reflects on other conceptual notions of weightiness, with some very personal writing. I especially commend to you the editor’s piece which encourages us who live in privileged Western contexts to ask God for more, not less, weight in life.