In light of the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School, Debra Dotter Blakely shared the poem "Heavy" by poet Mary Oliver. Kelly Gallagher shared this post in his Twitter feed, and after reading the poem I thought about the incredible weight I have carried around with me these last seven weeks.
Take a look at the poem, and then I'll talk about how it caused me to consider how I "bend at the weight."
Heavy
That time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying
I went closer,
and I did not die.
Surely God
had His hands in this,
as well as friends.
Still, I was bent
and my laughter,
as the poet said,
was nowhere to be found.
Then said my friend Daniel
(brave even among lions),
"It's not the weight you carry
but how you carry it -
books, bricks, grief -
it's all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it
when you cannot and would not,
put it down."
So I went practicing.
Have you noticed?
Have you heard
the laughter
that comes, now and again,
out of my startled mouth?
How I linger
to admire, admire, admire
the things of this world
that are kind, and maybe
also troubled -
roses in the wind,
the sea geese on the steep waves,
a love
to which there is no reply?
Oliver writes, "till, I was bent/ and my laughter,/ as the poet said,/ was nowhere to be found." These past few weeks, I have allowed my worry and my desire to help my mom and dad suffocate me. Loaded with the overwhelming burden of my mom's inevitable death, I have "bent" before the task of relieving their pain. When faced with a great task, many refer to the wisdom that "By the hands of many a great work is made light."
The poet seemingly contends that when faced with bearing this unbearable weight alone, "It's not the weight you carry/ but how you carry it -/ books, bricks, grief -/ it's all in the way/ you embrace it, balance it, carry it/ when you cannot and would not,/ put it down." I have felt such a sense of grief and foreboding since learning my mom had little time to live that I have not "embraced" or even tried to "balance" the weight that I definitely "cannot and would not" put down.
"So I went practicing."
So I went practicing, and when I did, I remembered. Last week, my mom and dad and I found humor in some topic we were discussing. I honestly cannot remember the specific topic, but my dad yelled out, "Jeff! Now you made her water come out her nose." I turned the corner to see my mom laughing hysterically. THAT was my mom. I nearly missed it because I "cannot and would not put it down."
Now that my mom's cancer is Cancer, I must "linger/ to admire, admire, admire/ the things of this world/ that are kind, and maybe/ also troubled." If not, what is "heavy" will most assuredly crush me.