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Loss of what could be; but is – a prayer-poem for a eulogy by Andrew Meit

For Ben, a bright soul

Loss of what could be; but is.
(loosely based on the poem “Praying for what is lost” by Rabbi David Wolpe)

Ein Sof:

How can I seek comfort
for a potentiality lost?
Or is it?

I cannot pray for deliverance
from their choice for peace,
only to be given memories
filled with their miracles.

For what could be, now not
is burned into my soul, my time.

A child’s gift giftless;
A child grown parentless.
Long bereaved we living must.
Memories past are prayers cherished.

Only constant constructed love daily
lives out the powerful promise
to wrestle evil and wield goodness;
to prevent pain and helpless hope —

Let faith shine through crushing clouds;
let not tragedy engulf tenderness growing.

There is no victim,
There is no victimizer;
There is only the sustaining potential
to keep trust in the potential to love.


This eulogy by Andrew Meit was read at the funeral of his nephew.

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