Loss of what could be; but is – a prayer-poem in eulogy after a suicide, by Andrew Meit

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For Ben, a bright soul
by Andrew Meit, uncle.

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 Temple Beit Ami in Rockville, Maryland at the funeral of Benjamin Meit. Andrew writes, “Ben would have turned 19 next week. He died from complications from depression and mental illness.” Donations in Ben’s memory may be made here.

If you or anyone you know is in need of help, please call 911, or 1-800 273 8255, the national suicide prevention hotline.

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