When You Meet Someone in Deep Grief by Patricia McKernon Runkle

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.

From: Runkle, Patricia McKernon, Grief’s Compass: Walking the Wilderness with Emily Dickinson, 2017, Apprentice House: Maryland.
(https://books.google.com.au/books?id=f_wHtAEACAAJ)

Date: 2017

By: Patricia McKernon Runkle (19??- )

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