maria,
a woman, unknown to me
sits some where grieving
battered and beaten down
by the heaviest of burdens.

her loss, unimaginable,

but i see, many hands
lifting her up, into the sight
of gods.

many hearts ache,
many people pray
many people write

lifting her up, into the hands
of gods

i add my words of consolation
my paltry words
from a world away

know you are loved,
dear lady and though
it is inconcievable the burden, the loss,
you carry

you will be lifted up by love
into the sight of gods
this day