Sitting
in the presence
of
another's pain and grief,
stripped
clean and hard
of all
but your unadorned self,
is a
physically exhausting undertaking.
In such a
state
of
weakness and despair,
it's not
hard to recognize
another
presence there;
the
gentle strength of Love
that
holds us all with tender care,
and
breathes hope
into
lungs scorched and sooted
by a fire
named Fear.
© 2014
Todd Jenkins
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