The feeling today,
a dreary summer shower,
tickling my window
with drops from Jupiter.
I ponder in the morning haze,
how things can go awry
become broken
beyond repair,
a permanent schizm.
So in hearing your words
of heart break - sorrow,
and now shear sickness
in the loss
of sense and purpose.
Knowing that I sit,
in this seat
to listen once again,
to sit with the pain
and empathize with agony,
brings a pure solace;
of knowing my place
in this hierarchy
and of the calling
of listening and healing.
