Grieving people don’t need “perspective.”
Grieving people need hugs, and kisses,
And the wrapping up and binding of wounds,
And the assurance that yes, it hurts,
And I wish I could abolish the pain,
But I can’t
And I don’t understand,
And I love you.
Because I’m not God;
(How often I forget)
And even though he understands all things under and over and through infinite planes
He still doesn’t try to fix it (yet)
But holds us close to his wounded side,
And let’s us scream into his shoulder.
And tells us He knows our grief.
The least I can do, and the most,
Is hug like Him and tell you I’m not.

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