Wait with Me

Listen.  It is not that I want to
wallow in my loss.  So if you
could try to refrain from blame,
if you could forgo the relief.  If
you could just sit and wait, the
way Job's friends did, sitting at
his side as he wept, before
they started the blame and
advice, I mean.  Even Jesus
wanted his friends with him when
he entered the Further Still.
Even they tried to assuage his
pain with platitudes, and then,
they ran.  You will see me as
you will.  I do not blame you
nor ask you to think I am sane.
I have entered some dark place
and it is lonely here.  The open
door will only appear when I
am ready and I can not see it
yet.  Thou Friend who witnesses
my life, please forgive me for
taking so long to heal.  I am
birthing something new and
the labor is intense.