This struck a chord for me as I think of our world (and specifically Minneapolis) right now. It’s not about any one thing, it’s about so many things.
For many of us, we are grieving. In a collective, heavy and solitary way.
As I read this poem by Patricia McKernon Runkle, it offered direction for me. I’m certain someone needs to hear this as well:
WHEN YOU MEET SOMEONE DEEP IN GRIEF
Slip off your needs
and set them by the door.
Enter barefoot
this darkened chapel
hollowed by loss
hallowed by sorrow
its gray 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.