augustine on grief: a confession paraphased (4.4.7)

The darkness of grief closes in upon the heart

the loss of human love more real

than the unseen power of hymns and creeds.

Weeping alone brings consolation,

the intensity becomes a source of comfort

a friend who fills the absence.

With the passage of time,

there is healing.

The cycle of seasons renews the mind

and day by day there are gifts

of memory and hope.

Blessed are those who love you

and love their friends in you.

No one is lost in your love,

for you have created us

and we are always in your presence.

Show us your face.