Loss

I just learned of his sudden death, the husband of my friend, the father of my students, whom we have known for years. And I am at a loss, for words, for her, for them. God, grant them peace.

My heart is built of millions

who have come and gone

and left their mark.

Some marks fade;

this one caved, 

suddenly, without warning.

Just a small bit came off,

but took with it

all the air in the room.

Oh, my heart aches,

not for my loss,

but for hers. 

My heart hurts;

hers is gone,

squeezed dry, 

like her eyes will be

long before her heart

stops

hurting. 

Comfort, peace

grace, relief

Lord, grant them these.