In life, there are times like this
when suddenly we can no longer do
many of the things we once could—
maybe you’re missing a strong drink
and friends, and you’re sick of Netflix
and your bad internet connection,
or maybe your father keeps falling
because he refuses to stop standing
on chairs to reach for high things,
and now there are no trains to take
you home, so you wait each day
for news of his next sudden fall.
Or maybe you live on a construction site
far from your village, and you suddenly
lose your job and can’t reach your family,
and one day, after waiting for hours
for rations, someone announces,
Sorry, there is no more to give today,
and you think, and maybe you shout,
This has nothing to do with giving,
they’ve taken our jobs and our families!
And maybe on FB, someone will complain,
It is so hard, but what good comes
from anger? We are doing our best.
And maybe we will half-remember
an old song or poem or prayer
and suddenly it will become clear:
For everything there is season: a time
for vexation and sorrow and sharing—
and also a time for rage!