been there and back

i see the priest
in his black garment
kneeling
behind the church.
there is grey in his short
hair.
he's in tears.
i see the rosary in his
hand.
His bible beside him.
the crucifix
around his neck.
i stop walking
and stand for a moment
while he sobs
and bends, groans with
the pain
he is going through.
i don't want to disturb
him
so turn around
and go a different way.
this kind of grief
and sorrow
is magnificent
to behold. I've been
there
and back.