At 1:48 p.m. this afternoon I received an email
that left me slow-motion closing my computer
to bury my head in a pillow and cry.
Oh how I cried, and I cried.

Then I tried to respond—but no words sound like the all encompassing
white sheet of comfort that I want them to.
No words will skyrocket my heart to where my friend is hurting
and love-bandage away the sorrow.

At 2:38 I closed my computer for a second time to pray.

Ari, I love you—I wish I could take this away
and give you cupcakes and starlight instead.
My heart is broken for you
and I am here for whatever you need.
I will be a shoulder.

*please readers, if you have a moment,
pray for my dear friend Arianne–her husband Jacob and her three precious boys.
They are in need of the comfort of the Most High, and I am grasping with my very soul to send it to them.

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