hesitation – a stopping place

Grief at a distance accommodates platitudes

“I’ll pray for you,” and the like

Sincere words and honest intentions

Crumble, turning to dust at the approach of gut-wrenching fear.

Agony, suffering, and horror

Melt away the superficial

Pulling into focus; reducing every thing to painful reality

How do we comfort, encourage, love in that space?

Embrace the hesitation

Sit in the doorway of dread

Abide in the moment of grief and do not rush forward

Likes and re-tweets and double-taps cannot sit here

Companionship in the doorway, on the threshold, is gold

A seat at the brink is itself a prayer

A meeting-place with the Universe in human form