The word comes to us:
Diagnosis, injury, disaster.
Our hearts break
the pain cuts into us
unbearable within our own beings.
Unthinking, we utter the analgesic
to our own pain:
“You’re in my prayers.”

The word came to Jesus:
a widow, whose only son had died
leaving her entirely alone.
His heart broke,
the pain cut into him
unbearable within his flesh.

In pain, he saw her.
In pain, he touched the bier
separating himself from the possibility
of numbing relief;
choosing clearly the pain
of accompaniment
of compassion
of the life that springs from
vulnerability.

May we see so clearly.
May we have the courage to feel.
May we forgo analgesics –
the bandaids with which we bind our broken hearts
and separate ourselves from others’ pain.
May our prayers be in our presence,
before a word escapes our lips.

Amen.

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