A friend has come to me over the past few days to share a terrible loss in his life. As I have sat with him, I have wondered about what kind of loving presence might ease his suffering.
There are those who believe that our role in such situations is to be presence, but to understand that we cannot take the suffering away, we can only make it a bit more tolerable. Suffering, in this way of thinking, is a required part of our walk with Love.
As I was contemplating this, one of our regular commentators, Karen York from Alive Hospice in Nashville, sent me these beautiful words from a poem by Hafiz called "Beautiful Hands":
This is the kind of friend
you are –
Without making me realize
my soul’s anguished history,
you slip into my house at night,
and while I am sleeping
you silently carry off
all my suffering and sordid past
in your beautiful
hands.
How joyful to imagine that Love can have such power.
-Erie Chapman
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