The Tempest

Today has been consumed by worrying about someone else.

I have done all I can.  My hand is out to help. I have realized that I cannot fix everything. This isn’t a scraped knee.  It is life. Full on, hard to be the grown-up, sometimes it sucks beyond comprehension life.  And it’s not even my own life.

But, the problem that is being faced, I can relate to. I don’t have experience with the direct event that has set things in motion, but the underlying currents are very familiar.  I want to comfort. I want to help.  And, it is not my place to do so, unless I am invited into this crisis.  The other part of me is thankful that I haven’t been invited in.  My fear is that I would prove to be inadequate to the task and would only produce another broken person.

“Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.”

So. I wait and I hope and I pray. And I am grateful for the help I was given amidst the tempest.

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