Noiselessness

When grief has come to call. When devastation has knocked the world off its axis. When the well of love has run completely dry. Sometimes there are no words.

The language of understanding is often void of syllables. Pain needs space. There is no need to fill it with promises of better days.

Presence has a context all its own.

Be kind. Be gentle. Hold space. Noiselessness can be a comfort. Make room for that.