I thought I knew pain.
When it comes it is all consuming,
overwhelms one’s senses.
Ones heart grows heavy.
I thought I knew pain, until Pompeii.
The people of Pompeii knew more pain than I will know in a lifetime.
The clay figures above give off an aura of indescribable loss.
I will never forget.
These figures seem like parent and child.
Their whole world was up in flames in a matter of 18 hours.
The day before life was as usual.
18 hours later their souls reached their destinations.
I wonder what they were doing 18 hours earlier.
Were they cooking,walking home, or visiting neighbors?
I like to think they were dancing under the moonlight,
Blissfully unaware that it was their last night on this earth.
I also wonder how they ended up there.
Why didn’t they leave when they had the chance?
Maybe they were trying to flee, but knew it was too late.
They decided to spend their last moments in each other’s embrace.
Human touch is the remedy for most pain.
Perhaps they thought the same.
Parents should never have to watch their child take their last breath.
That’s not the way life is set up.
It is unnatural.
I cannot fathom the pain the parent was feeling knowing
there was nothing left.
Now that I have seen the face of true pain,
I pray that I never get the opportunity to meet it myself.
18 hours was all it took.