Poem: “In Which the Dead are Met”

In Which the Dead are Met

I saw the man last night
Perspective new, resentment gone
We decided to be friends
He died ten years ago
But quarrels end

As Christ walked through a door
Though it was closed
So all go out again
Through rooms we have not seen before
We do not end

How can we forgive, forget?
Nothing is forgotten yet
It seems a trifling when
There is no end beyond the end
In which the dead are met

July 30, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."