The other day I was speaking with an offender who has been in solitary isolation in one institution or another for more than three decades. I’ve known him for 11 years. Here is my poetic reflection on the essence of a big portion of our conversation.
“You relate differently, Differently from others I mean.” He was being serious Observant After many years Many years alone In his cell for many years Alone. I replied, “I believe I spend My belief is that I spend Much time while we talk On your side of this door This door that separates us.” (How can I explain The door? How the door is not as real As one might expect Somehow I place myself Through the door On the other side as we talk Through the door This door that separates us.) “Empathy?” he asks. “No. More of a resonance A willingness to enter Your existence Your existence is something To feel I am willing to consider and to feel Your existence Your side of the door.” © 2012 Thomas W. CumminsTags: poetry, prison, prison chaplain
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May 15, 2012 at 9:37 am |
Deeply moving, Tom. Thanks for posting this reflection.
May 15, 2012 at 10:46 am |
Through him I realize that being present is one thing, but over the years the manner of being present is reflected back as being appreciated. Much like your being present year after year through your visits and in your letters to S.
June 26, 2012 at 12:00 pm |
It is a rare trait…a person willing to truly offer empathy the way you have here… very moving and a wonderful post Tom.
June 26, 2012 at 12:08 pm |
Thank you. For me it has been an incredible journey opening doors I wasn’t even aware were there. My belief is that we are here for each other … nothing more, nothing less. Those who are unseen, forgotten, despised, and on the fringe of society, occupy a special place in my soul.
June 26, 2012 at 12:23 pm |
I can feel the sincerity in your words Tom… and truly am touched by your spirit. I know your instincts/belief is exactly perfect too. If only everyone did… Much Love ~RL