Blenders & The Paradox of Pain – A Poem
BLENDERS & THE PARADOX OF PAIN
a poem by Simon Camilleri 29/9/09
I put my hand into a blender and pressed the button “HIGH”
and in a flash my hand was gone and, shocked, I wondered why?
Why God? Why now? Why not THAT guy? Why’d this happen to me?
Why didn’t you just stop the blades? Or stop my hands, at least?
Aren’t I your child? Were you asleep? I thought you had my back!
I thought when I teamed up with you I’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, he’s either weak or worse, he doesn’t care!
This suffering seemed so pointless that I slowly filled with doubt.
So I thought I’d take a break from church until I’d worked it out.
So I ditched my Christian friends who all just didn’t understand.
It’s easy to say “God is good” 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.
“It’s a mystery”, I finally said, “The great paradox of pain!”
and I shrugged as my left hand reached for the blender once again…