Not Sin

I was talking to a friend in pain.
“It’s just sin,” my friend said.

But when pressed, we found no sin,
Just legitimate sorrow.

“I wanted it to be sin,
Because then Jesus would just take it away.”

Instead, my friend has to walk through pain.

This life: it has its moments of beauty,
And its long slogs of sorrow.

We walk with the man of sorrow,
Acquainted with grief.