Chapitre 81: eighty one
When You Meet Someone Deep In Grief
Slip off your shoes
and set them by the door
Enter barefoot,
this darkened chapel
hollowed by loss,
hallowed by sorrow.
its grey 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.
by Patricia Mckernon Runkle
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