Walking through the doors of grief brings us into the room of the great grief of the world. Naomi Shihab Nye says it so beautifully in her poem “Kindness.” Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow. You must speak it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth.39
