Answers That Cannot Be Known
Grieving leaves me with more questions than answers.
Is that grief I feel after another shooting of innocent people?
It is stuck in the darkness of my mind, my throat, and my heart.
How is this grief so intimate, yet so public?
When I look inside myself I see the hurt, the loss,
and the grief that resides inside.
Mothers, Fathers, Sisters and Brothers are gone.
Family, Friends, and Strangers carry the weight of the question.
We live with the question of Why?
Answers that cannot be known.
Is my question a result of this grief?
How can I share my grief?
Is my presence comfort to others
even if there are no answers?
The light of others comforts me in the darkness of grief.
My comfort grows in grieving with others.
Neither their questions nor mine have been answered.
Together we see each other, and we hear each other;
With God’s help we heal each other.
In my grief, I ask Why?
In my grief I accept that there are
Answers That Cannot Be Known.