Thursday, May 03, 2007
Una plegaria secular
A cure would be nice. Rid those infected by this insaciable unappeasable murderer of its letal presence. Reconstitute the shattered, restore to health all those whose bodies, beleaguered, have betrayed them, whose defenses have permitted entrance to illnesses formerly at home only in cattle, in swine and in birds. Return to the cattle, the swine and the birds the intestinal parasite, the invader of lungs, the eye-blinder, the brain-devourer, the detatcher of retinas. Rid even the cattle and birds of these terrors; heal the whole world. Now. Now. Now. Now.
Grant us and end that is not fatal. Protect: the injection-drug user, the baby with AIDS, the sex worker, the woman whose lover was infected, the gay man whose lover was infected; protect the infected lover, protect the casual contact, the one-night stand, the pickup, the put-down, protect the fools who don't protect themselves, who don't protect others: YOU protect them. The misguided, too and the misinformed, the ambivalent about living, show them life, not death; the kid who thinks that inmortality is part of the numinous glory of sex. Who didn´t believe this, once, discovering sex? Everyone did. Protect this kid, let this kid learn otherwise, and live past the learning; protect all kids, make them wiser, until wise, make them inmortal.
Enlighten the unenlightened: The Pope, the cardinals, archbishops and priests. Teach them how Christ’s kindness worked. Replace the ice water in their veins with the blood of Christ, let it pound in their temples: The insurance exceutive as well and the priest, the congressional representative, the Justice and the judge, the pharmaceutical profiteer, the doctor, the cop, the anchorwoman and the televangelist, make their heads throb with memory, make them see with new eyes Christ’s wounds as K.S. lesions, Christ’s thin body AIDS-thin.
Grant us and end to this pandemic: Why, after all, a pandemic? Why now? Give aid to the needy, not AIDS, give assistance to those seeking justice, not further impediment. Find some other way to teach us your lessons; we’re eager to learn, we are only reluctant to die.
Hear our prayer.
So a cure for AIDS. For racism too. For homophobia and sexism, and an end to war, to nationalism and capitalism, to work as such and to hatred of the flesh.
If you cannot do these things for us, we will do them for ourselves, but slowly, because we can’t see far ahead. At least give us the time to accomplish the future. We had a pact; you engendered us. Don’t expect that we will forgive you if you allow us to be endangered. Forgiveness, too, is a lesson loss doesn’t teach.
I alsmost know you are there. I think you are our home. At present we are homeless, or imagine ourselves to be. Bleeding life in the universe of wounds. Be thou more sheltering. God. Pay more attention.
[Tony Kushner, fragmento de "A Prayer"]