For Thomas Hand, SJ, friend to Ruben Habito
Shadows on the scans.
Nothing they can do, doctors say.
So he sits with a pen in his hand
to tell his friends. He is not surprised;
he had been weakening every day.
And God has manifested in his good health
for more than eighty years.
Now, he writes, it is “a blessing
to have things clear, with no need
to make a lot of difficult decisions.”
Now, God manifests in his final illness
“and this is great,” he writes,
though perhaps no one will understand
as they see only the loss and darkness ahead
while he stands in the light of transformation.
Some may talk to him of heaven
and comfort and the things to come.
All this, he knows well,
but now, he sits in the night
with the pen in his hand
and thinks that with tumors and shadows
in his stomach and lungs
he has no interest in the land
of the future. Why should he?
when right now the moon is full
and even near midnight
casts shadows in the dark – of the trees,
of the parish house where he lives,
of the chapel’s holy cross,
of his own hand as he writes
What I really want
is to become the Flow of the Spirit…
to fully enter into the movement of Reality.
No scenarios about what’s to come.
Just live the Now.
Now, putting the pen down.
Now, folding the paper just right.
Now, breathing in.
Now, rising in all the moonlight
and walking with his shadow
from this room
to the next.
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