You laugh and my gut churns.
I cringe before your mockery.
Your ridicule cuts deep,
severing the bonds of breath and life.
Your careless disrespect is
more than I can bear.
I desire your love: the
bloody business of your heart
but all you care to offer me
is bile.
I need your affirmation and
regard
but you would rather me
revile.
Satan laughs and darkness
churns,
the world lies in dismay.
His despite rings through
all the halls of men;
greed and hate and soft
conceit:
the comedy of error and of
ill
which he does pen and close
direct,
with force of iron will.
This vale of tears for us is
his dire cauldron vast,
where he does compound fell
and noisome brews, his pain
to sooth at last.
God laughs at the plight of
men:
the sorrow and betrayal,
the sickness and the pain,
the hardships and travail.
God laughs, not with mirth,
but from sympathy:
not that God can know our
woe
in His Eternal Being;
but that He’s ever present
in our sorrow
and absurdity.
In that laugh God exceeds
Himself
and falls for man from
Heaven to Earth,
becoming one with us
and taking up the very comic
role
which you and I and all our
kin play out
and that had first brought
forth His laugh.
We laugh and hate is spent
error and pain are overcome.
The wounds we have inflicted
close
and healing can begin.
Now grappling can become a
form of play,
not strife,
and all our wanton ways
be shown in purest light.
Laughter frees us from our
sin
and all that locks us in,
binding us with false wisdom
and denying our necessary
freedom.
I laugh and the whole
Universe stands still,
the absurdity of life bounds
forth
and will not rest until its
sympathetic force
is spent. Empathy moves my
bowels.
My heart is pulled towards
the trials
and sufferings of my fellow
men. Perforce,
I must else laugh or yet
weep copious tears
of
bitter, stinging woe: so I do choose to laugh.
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