I had tried to register for courses,
Annoyed to have no guidance, no support.
Finally I met with my advisor.
It was our first and only meeting.
She cried and said,
“I lost my husband in a climbing accident.
It was unexpected. Forgive me.”
Was she apologizing for the
Social inappropriateness of her tears,
Or my delay of registration?
I ask now, why was she at work only a week or
So after her husband’s death?
And what could I have offered, a face among myriad,
A single meeting?
I prayed then. I pray now.
God, be with the hurting.
Be with us all.
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