@ 27.225 MHz: Elegy For Walter Miller, Jr., Science Fiction Writer

[after Matthew 7:1 and Romans 14:4]

 

(Walter Miller, Jr., 1923-1996)

 

This affliction of mine was largely accidental---

and cannot be as daunting as those ghastly mental

and emotional agonies you could not confide

at the last, before you chose to suicide.

Nothing is worth the taking of a human life---

no need, no desire, no stress, no storm, no strife;

not even that ultimate and relentless despair.

But I cannot pretend to know what burdens you had to bear.

But I know the One who defined, perfectly, that verb "to care."

And basking in His Redemption, and believing with certainty,

I know that He has forgiven even the likes of the wicked me.

Of all that you suffered, He is well aware;

and cognizant of those demons against whom you had striven.

 

I think you have entered His Kingdom, restored, relieved, and forgiven.

 

Yes, that is what I now, and will, continue to think

as long as stars shine in earth's sky, and monkeys stink.

 

Starward

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My use of the word "relieved," in the last line, alludes to the final stanza of the great, manificent, and profoundly comforting hymn, Just As I Am, the first hymn I ever learned to play on a keyboard . . . at the tender age of six years old.

 

I am pained to recall that Walter Miller, Jr., suicided on January 9, 1996, the second anniversary of my Salvation.

 

Some years ago, maybe even more than a decade, a friend who no longer posts at postpoems challenged me to write a poem, in rhyme, that would include some form of the phrase, "monkeys stink."  This phrase, in some form or another, appears in several of my poems.

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