Musings of a Hospice Nurse

She saw.

She understood.

She comforted.

The ripping, tearing, raw work of loss

Provided a commonality.

No words. They hugged.

Oh grief, you are a mystery!

You provide this sacred moment.                

I ponder and savor.

The barrier of class, race, economics, 

And nationality is momentarily removed.

This commonality of mankind: the brevity of life.

“Give sorrow words, the grief that does not speak.”          

Shakespeare

“Jesus wept.” 

John 11:35