holy ground

sorrow,

as they say, is holy ground.

i'm not

sure who

said it.

some sage,

perhaps,

C.S. Lewis,

or Henri Nouwen,

but it's true.

it's an island of quiet

contemplation,

tears

and deep sorrow.

it's

looking through the glass

darkly.

words

don't help.

nor does time.

but with faith

in God,

you'll find the other side