WHEN YOU MEET SOMEONE DEEP IN GRIEF

 

Slip off your needs

and set them by the door.

 

Enter barefoot

this darkened chapel

 

hollowed by loss

hallowed by sorrow

 

its gray stone walls

and floor.

 

You, congregation 

of one

 

are here to listen

not to sing.

 

Kneel in the back pew, 

make no sound, 

 

let the candles 

speak.

 

credit: Patricia McKernon Runkle