Sunday, August 24, 2008

Post 17 Did his mother sleep last night?

Today is Sunday, 24th of August 2008. A week has passed since the sisters found the mortal remains of Fr Thomas Pandippally CMI by the side of the road.

An Elegy about A Lamp
Did his mother sleep last night? Could his brothers and sisters take their mind off their beloved ‘Kunjumon’ last night? . . . (Scroll down below (to the end) to read the rest)

4 comments:

Paul said...
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Paul said...

I would like all the family and friends of Fr Thomas Pandippally CMI to know that you are in my thoughts and prayers.

Fr Sony Sebastian Palathra CMI said...

An Elegy about A Lamp
Did his mother sleep last night? Could his brothers and sisters take their mind off their beloved ‘Kunjumon’ last night?

It was not midnight yet, the door was open and there was light in the room.
A meteor lighted the village road.
Hyenas waited for their turn when the wolves gathered from corners.
Soon wind from all corners pressed against the walls with whistling sound.
Walls echoed the trembling thunder; drops of rain fell on the soil.
Wolves howled loudly while the hyenas’ teeth shone in the lightning.
A cracking sound, the stone at the corner made way for a gush of blood and water.
The door was still open and the lamp still lighted the hall within.

Windows and doors broke with creaky noise;
A slate on the roof, guarding the lamp from drenching, also burst;
‘Where can I take refuge’ the light said; nowhere was a roof nearby.
Then came the fatal blow; the mast from which light was hanging was felled.
Oil and blood soaked the soil; walls reached the ground and reunited with the soil.
Darkness could not see light any more;
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? – My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?

By then it was midnight; the house on the hill top soon bathed in light.
Father took the best robe and put it on him.
A ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.
His radiance united with the light.

Human foot steps still remained on the ground soaked in blood!
By S. Palathra CMI

Thank you Paul

Unknown said...

My friend, Thomachan.. you sacrificed your life for us.. I still remember our schooldays at cheenkallel. Yes, you are the faithfull son of God..