holy ground

how quick we are to
flee
from those in need,
those
who have fallen on hard
times.
we want to comfort them
with
an argument of blessings.
look what you have,
who you are, it's not
as bad as it seems.
this will all pass we
say, be patient.
it's not what they want
to hear.
instead they need a quiet
hand upon
them. an acceptance of
where they are.
an agreement that yes,
it's okay to lower
our heads as one
and weep,
sorrow being
holy ground.