April 21, 2021 5:35 am Published by

This struck a chord for me as I think of our world (and specifically Minneapolis) right now. It’s not about any one thing, it’s about so many things. 

For many of us, we are grieving. In a collective, heavy and solitary way. 

As I read this poem by Patricia McKernon Runkle, it offered direction for me. I’m certain someone needs to hear this as well: 

WHEN YOU MEET SOMEONE DEEP IN GRIEF 

Slip off your needs 

and set them by the door. 

Enter barefoot 

this darkened chapel 

hollowed by loss 

hallowed by sorrow 

its gray stone walls 

and floor. 

You, congregation 

of one 

are here to listen 

not to sing. 

Kneel in the back pew. 

Make no sound, 

let the candles 

speak. 

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