Saya baru saja menemukan puisi yang menurut saya sangat indah, ditulis dengan kerendahan hati, dan benar-benar mengena. Penulisnya Eric Pearlman. Judulnya Save Me Last Place.
Berikut baris demi baris puisinya:
Keep the last place for me, God. The one that's not too pretentious, at the end of the table, closer to the waiters than to the guests of honor. Because I don't know how to be with important people. I don't know how to win. I'm not able to celebrate like others do. Keep the last place for me, God. The one that no one wants. Far at the back of the rickety bus, transporting commuters of mercy every day from sin to forgiveness. Keep the last place for me, God. The one at the back of the line. I'll wait my turn and I won't complain if some bully cuts in front of me. Keep the last place for me, God. For me, it will be perfect because You'll be the one who chooses it. I'll feel comfortable and I won't have to be ashamed of all my errors. It will be my place. It will be the place for people like me. For those who arrive last, and almost always late, but who arrive no matter what. Keep that place for me, my God.
Bagaimana kesanmu membaca puisi ini—dalam konteks hubungan pribadimu dengan Tuhan?
Berikut versi videonya yang dikemas rapi di channel Alateia:
Semoga Anda bisa merasakan sikap menghamba—yang sepatutnya rendah hati—yang ditampilkan sangat baik di puisi ini.