To the bereaved, spoken.

As I would not intrude
into your dark deliberations
neither can I find in silence
stilled voices and their light.
If allowed, those who awake,
though to nightmare day,
would across the distance
from our world to your hell
say from Him they were given
and to Him, returned.
The depth of your love
was lent from Him
and they are the same received
as the purest prayer of life.
As there is no solace in sacrifice
only the deepest doubting of faith,
looking into the faces around you
finds you before the eyes of God
as they suffer with you
and seek, still, the way toward grace.
We must be for each other as He would be
that He may make the way for them.

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