I’ve been quiet inside -
no words for the mystery.
When death comes suddenly
God comes close –
so close
that grief and grace get tangled,
loss and love are one.
I’ve been standing still in the desert –
sandals in hand
before the flame that will not consume.
I know God is here
comforting widow and orphan.
I've been praying at a tomb
knowing my brother lives.
New plans now
for an unexpected future.
I know God is here.
because Jesus wept.
Sister Vicki Ix, OSB
