Im Gedenken an David Boadella
“I and my body”
Do I carry my body through this life or does it carry me?
Do I take care of it, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse,
In sickness, in health, as long as we stay together.
Or does it take care of me?
When I rise out of bed, I leave an imprint in the sheets,
The shape of my body.
When I rise out of my body, I leave an imprint in the flesh,
The shape of who has been living there.
When the light goes out, my shadow is gone;
When the life goes out, my body is gone.
poem by David Boadella
© Copyright Dr. David Boadella 2021