The Sacredness Of Life
Copper model, a candle holder, inspired by Sanne's marvelous photograph at pmp-art.com.
Thank you Sanne for sharing!
Once in a while I would read stories circulated in my Chinese friends circle that innocent children were killed by their desperate parents because they were so poor that they lost all their hope to live. One such story was about that a father killed his terminally ill baby son by putting him into a well and letting him die. The baby cried for days in the well before he died…… A recent story was about a young mother killed all her 4 children age from 3 to 8 by forcing them to drink pesticide, and when the oldest daughter refused to drink she hit her back head by using a hard object……
I was furious, mad at those parents. I had no sympathy for them. They were not only selfish but evil. Everyone is responsible for his/her own action. There is no excuse for taking someone else’s life. I was deeply troubled by my fellow friends’ attitude toward this kind of tragedy. They blamed the government. If the government had done xyz or not done abc, then the parents would have not been so poor, then they would not have felt so helpless, then tragedy would not have happened. Excuse me, taking someone’s life is NOT the same as stealing a piece of bread! Where is the outcry for the innocent, helpless children? I am no fan of Chinese government at all! But I believe in individual responsibility. I regard life as sacred. In the first story, if I were the sick child, I would rather die in my dad’s arms, happily. My soul understands. The second story troubled me so much that for days the children’s images had been haunting around, and I even imagined that I went to wherever the kids were stuck (in between dimensions) and held their hands, guided them through, onto the path to their eternity. But when I was with them I could not make them forgive their parents because I myself could not. I did not know what to do and in the back of my head I thought that this was what I needed to work on myself.
This copper model, a candle holder, is for life, especially for the children who died in the hands of people they trusted so much. Life is forever.
Note: It is difficult to take pictures of wire models. One would get much better understanding when looking at the real model.
PS: Upon my request, my dear husband wrote a poem, "The Sacredness of Life"
Life is that which considered set apart.
Standing on its own.
Vulnerable, respected and revered.
For all that is living has consciousness.
All that is conscious, has free will.
All that has free will is created in the image of God.
And is special, unique, precious, sanctified,
Wonderful, and sacred.
With free will, that which is living is not mechanical,
Purely cause and effect.
That which is living is organic, dignified, and intricate.
It must be nurtured and
It must be treated with respect.
For all that is living carries its special connection
To the Holy One of All Being.
That Great Cosmic Oneness.
In life shines the Glory of God.
For Life reflects God.
Because Life is sacred,
Life requires responsible moral action,
Action that recognizes the equal sacredness of the other,
So that one does not act to the other
As one would not want the other to act to oneself.
Only when this reciprocality is violated
Is moral action permitted to use force to break the violation.
The sacredness of life
Means life is unique, special and extraordinary.
Life is holy,
And because Life is not mechanical,
There is an inherent mystery.
Each life can transcend,
And be creative beyond its momentary limitations.
It is miraculous, It is awesome.
We laugh and then we cry,
For even though we do not fully understand,
We are amazed and awed.