I was touched by a poem by Robert Browning Hamilton, as I pondered the readings for this Sunday.

I was reminded that in our darkest moments Jesus not only walks with us, but also weeps! Perhaps at our happiest we do not feel the need for further companionship… but in those deep dark moments, when no one else can touch our hearts, Jesus weeps. We come to know him as we share the darkness and we know that we are not alone.

I Walked a Mile with Pleasure

I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When sorrow walked with me.

Robert Browning Hamilton