To Sandra, a distant friend, on the sudden loss of your husband to cancer
One afar, who knows you not well,
cries with you, dear Sandra, some quiet thoughts to tell.
None but you, know the pain that you feel,
though all tritely claim that ‘time has to heal’.
And deep in your heart, so surely must ache,
while life’s dreadful twists do faith mighty shake.
As cold or as empty as tomorrow does seem,
hope need not be your unreachable dream.
For gathered around, to hold you as friend,
is a mountain of love…add such little I send.
Ben Taylor