Garden of Gathsemane

There was a vessel so giving it took on
the weight of another's sorrow
As the water came seeping through the cracks
it poured into her basin

Filling up fast

But she received it nonetheless
Though I worry sometimes
that her capacity be reached too quickly
and without time to drain
she might become fractured as well

There was a tragedy so great
It seemed fictional
Surreal and unsettling as any
Shakespeare wrote

I felt numb for a day and a half
Despite how far removed I was
And yet you charged forward with purpose
like a battlefield medic
resigned to duty over self

These words are yet all I could muster
To unthinkable loss
I fear they border on ineffective
Or worse
A mockery of the beauty of life
And the delicacy of it's uncertainty

God seems so distant at these times
but I take solace
When I see selfless acts in times of crisis

He has placed angels on this earth
For those who must mourn
So they may find comfort
When their thread has been stretched apart

But I wonder about the angels
and who will lift them up
because God knows it hurts them too