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Sorrows

The most famous man in history held me today while I cried.

He didn’t question my faith and point out that I was weak.
He didn’t tell me to use my head and make sense of it all.
He didn’t push me to stand up, dust myself off and get on with things.

Instead, he simply reminded me that he had cried alone, too –
that he had been a man of sorrows.

He whispered in my ear that he had, in fact, chosen to die
an agonizing death just for me, for this very moment.

Natalie Morris
January 24, 2008