Blenders & The Paradox of Pain – A Poem
BLENDERS & THE PARADOX OF PAIN
a poem by Simon CamilleriÂ 29/9/09
I put my hand into a blender and pressed the button â€œHIGHâ€
and in a flash my hand was gone and, shocked, I wondered why?
Why God? Why now? Why not THAT guy? Whyâ€™d this happen to me?
Why didnâ€™t you just stop the blades? Or stop my hands, at least?
Arenâ€™t I your child? Were you asleep? I thought you had my back!
I thought when I teamed up with you Iâ€™d live life free from lack.
And now I lack a whole right hand! How can you call this love??
I shook my fist (now just a wrist) at the heavens above.
I wondered how, in such a world, could God really be there?
If he exists, heâ€™s either weak or worse, he doesnâ€™t care!
This suffering seemed so pointless that I slowly filled with doubt.
So I thought Iâ€™d take a break from church until Iâ€™d worked it out.
So I ditched my Christian friends who all just didnâ€™t understand.
Itâ€™s easy to say â€œGod is goodâ€ when you have both your hands.
Yes, the complex paradox of pain would take deeper contemplation,
and what better way to think it through than in complete isolation.
See, I had lost my hand, I had lost my faith, I had lost my church and friends,
but I still had no idea just how my life had reached this end.
And as I pondered this I sat down on some railway tracks.
I began to juggle hand grenades and chainsaws to relax.
I wondered how could bad things happen to good folk like me,
as I smeared my face with honey and threw rocks at swarms of bees.
â€œItâ€™s a mysteryâ€, I finally said, â€œThe great paradox of pain!â€
and I shrugged as my left hand reached for the blender once againâ€¦