Although this is not strictly a poem I thought I might include it to see what you think of it. It is part fictional, part fact.
A Letter to a Penfriend.
Dear friend,
Thank you for your letter, I'm sorry that it has taken a long time to get back to you, I have been very busy. By the time you get this the Easter celebrations will almost be a memory of the past, however I did try my best to fast during the Lenten period, not because my work is all that physically demanding, it is just draining trying to fast. In the end I managed it and what a glorious festival Easter was, full of colour and light, and yes you are quite right the resurrection sequence does remind me of the beautiful butterfly pictures you sent me, thank you. I'll have to get out and take some photographs of the wonderful wildlife we have here, the birds, insects, otters, foxes and deer we have in this area.
I'm glad you liked the book I sent, I wasn't sure if a Graham Greene was your cup of tea, I like the mystery that surrounds his stories, and the one I sent you is full of exotic countries. Of course you live in country with a tropical climate, wet and intense heat, how do you cope with that? Give me England any day, I know one day it is hot and then cold, then wet and windy. Today and the last few days it has been hot and sticky so I have a rough idea of what it is like to live in your country. I suppose this humidity will end in a climatic and dramatic thunderstorm, lightning and thunder, flashing and crashing through the night keeping me awake.
As you know I can only read English, so the newspaper cutting you sent me made no sense until I used a translator on the internet, then everything made sense. So your country is undergoing a Malaria epidemic, I hope you haven't got it; of course if you have there is plenty of treatment for Malaria. I suppose it is to do with the mosquitos that frequent your tropical climate. Anyway I'll pray for you and your family that they may escape the worst, or get treated quickly.
On the subject of religion, a few years ago I discovered a book by Thomas Merton, called, "The Seven Storey Mountain," it is a sort of confessional autobiography of a man who becomes a Trappist monk. (A Trappist monk is a part of the Cistercian and Benedictine tradition of monasticism.) Anyway this monk died in Bangkok in Thailand, which, if my geography is correct, is not far from your country. At the time he was trying to integrate his ideas of Catholicism with Buddhism as well as other eastern religions. So now I know that me as a Catholic and you as a Buddhist our ideals are not so different. Thank you for being able accept me as I accept you.
Well I'll draw this letter to a close, yes I am reasonably well myself, hoping and praying this letter will find you in good health.
All the best from your friend.
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