I am marked by the sorrows
of my neighbors.
The proximity I allow
is burdensome
yet, I insatiably need it,
as darkness often feels
more consistent than light.
For in sharing in the horrors
of those loved
of those despairing
I experience God
in a tangible way.
The comfort I provide
is the comfort I receive
it is the comfort that flows
from him
through my words
through my body
through me.