(Dedicated to the memory of Mary
Ferrell,
a dear friend who fought against the
darkness.)
from The Cure at Troy
Human beings suffer,
they
torture one another,
they get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or
song
can fully right a wrong
inflicted or endured.
The innocent in
gaols
beat on their bars together.
A hunger-striker's father
stands in
the graveyard dumb.
The police widow in veils
faints at the funeral
home.
History says, Don't
hope
on this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
the longed
for tidal wave
of justice can rise up,
and hope and history
rhyme.
So hope for a great
sea-change
on the far side of revenge.
Believe that a further shore
is
reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
and cures and healing
wells.
Call the miracle
self-healing:
The utter self-revealing
double-take of feeling.
If
there's fire on the mountain
Or lightning and storm
And a god speaks from
the sky
That means someone is
hearing
the outcry and the birth-cry
of new life at its
term.
~ Seamus Heaney
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