Dear one,
Today’s love letter does not need any input from me other than never forget that I love you, and that excludes no one.
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.
Patricia McKernon Runkle
Love,
