Come in, My Friend

4 November, 1993

 

 

Come in, Friend Grief,

You who are a messenger of God

What is it you want to teach me?

What is it I need to learn?

 

Hold me, dear friend,

Wash me in your loving tears

Don’t let me run away from you

I need the cleansing you bring.

 

My heart is pain within me

My body bowed with throbbing ache

I cannot hold you in, dear friend,

I have to let you go.

 

Forgive me, you world around

If for this moment I break the rules of decorum

My friend is here to visit me

And I must hear the message she brings.

 

Come in, Friend Grief,

You who are a messenger of God.

What is it you have to teach me today?

What is it I need to learn?