I have a friend who lost something,
he cannot put it in words, it comes out tears,
he cannot breathe easily, every parent fears,
                                    this one thing.

There is a friend we have in Jesus.

I have a friend who may not see it this way,
his eyes are pools and I am no comfort,
the shock is enough to stop
life in its tracks.

There is a friend we have.

Anger and resignation,
frustration and
sadness that fills and fills,
that pours that pours
out of the human
chemistry
like some reaction,
that adds pain to emptiness,
and fuels fire,
that needs to be thrown,
at anything thing that
is not as sad as you,
but you don't
know that no one
person will ever be
as sad as you,
even if they
mourn,
they
grieve,
for the very
same one unreasonable
pain.

They all wish that it had been
them instead,
is not answered.

There is a friend. I am he.
I am here. For all of you.

©ClemC072013