In the past couple of months, I have attended several funerals. Some were for folks who lived good long lives, and who contributed greatly to the good of their communities. Some were for good people whose lives, in our estimation, were cut short. No matter what the situation, family and friends were left in deep grief, in one of those situations where no relief from the pain is in sight. For those who are suffering, it is sometimes easy to feel that there is no Divine, no greater energy or force, and certainly nothing that can ease their pain.  

Last week I wrote about a small sense of Presence in light of our own individual suffering. This week I want to posit that we can be that small sense of Presence to those around us who are suffering and grief-stricken. When people feel abandoned by the Divine, we are the ones who can be lovingly present to their pain. We are called upon to be that small candle flame that shines a light on the possibility that hope and healing might someday be possible.  In these situations we become the living Presence through our thoughts, words, and deeds.

We can do the practical things – bring meals, clean the house, hold, listen, support, hug, encourage. We can do the quiet things by sending out loving energy and prayers for healing. We can show up and hold space for whatever emotions may surface in that deep grief. While we are not the healers, we can
be instruments for healing. Ultimately, we become the hands and feet, the
physical manifestation of the Divine. Just by being present, we become that small sense of Presence for those in despair.

In the same way that we find hope in a personal small sense of Presence, we can share hope by being that Divine Presence for others.

I SEE YOU

In the deepest dark, a small flame flickers.
So small, so small – I can’t believe my eyes.
It seems so far away.

My strained eyes focus on the light.
A kind word, an embrace
The light grows brighter.

I speak, pouring out my grief and pain.
A hand grips mine.
The light grows a little more.

My tears fall, a torrent, a river,
and ocean
I am held in a silent embrace.
The light grows.

The light of the flame burns bright
now.
I feel the Sacred Presence of the Divine.
When I look upon Her face, I see you.

Barbara Garland
July, 2023