Friends of Friends of Friends . . .

Out
Of a great need
We are all holding hands
And climbing,
Not loving is a letting go.
Listen,
The terrain around here
Is Far Too
Dangerous For That.

~ Rumi


I found this on the website of a woman who lost her tiny daughter last summer. She and her husband, a rabbinical student, had been living in Israel for his studies, but headed for California when it was discovered that their unborn child needed extraordinary medical care. She is the friend of a friend who lives in St. Louis. Rumi is, of course, a Sunni Muslim poet of the 13th century. He lived in Persia (today's Iran). I am a Presbyterian seminary student. I live in the midwest.

When loss is profound, boundaries melt away.

Friends of friends of friends.