Prose - A Stranger's Son Died Today

I do not know you
Nor your son
But I feel your pain
Because I too have one
What pain
Is worth living?
What reward
For grieving?
My tears
For a stranger
Gather
In a manger
Where love
For mankind
Was born
For your son to find
In the moment
Of despair
Where relief
Offers little care
We can only pray
For your healing
And your son's salvation
That grace will be revealing
In God's time
He gave to you
Blessings
That anger says were few
Our vulnerability
To God's will
Can never be undone
Nor will it stand still
But your love
Of his memory
And of those who live
Will provide you sanctuary
If you can wait
For the scar
The wound
Will tell who you are
With the needs of his family
Subordinating our own
He will be waiting for you
In your eternal home

I write in hard times
Because I cannot speak
Where the pen is strong
The voice is weak
When tears drown
Rational thought
And the mind
Becomes distraught
The heart begins
Its life saving expression
With understanding
And loving compassion
For those who grieve
The blood will flow
What can you say?
Your heart will know
It needs no guide
It knows the way
Let it speak for you
It knows how to pray
As you ask why
And hear only soft wind
The written word
Is what your heart will send
To express your pain
To comfort those who suffer
This is why I write
This is what I can offer