Friends in Grief

Three friends
Made an appointment

“What are we looking at?”
They were shocked
They cried
Yet said nothing

For seven days
And seven nights
They said nothing

For they saw
That his suffering was very great

Three friends
Often evoked as deterrents
“Don’t be like Job’s friends!”
Seriously? Who can count

Among their friends

Who would come
And stay silent
Who’d be there
And provide the space

To grieve
To grieve

Not to ask questions
Or open the floodgates
Of advices
And wisdom

Just to be there
Just to be friends

In retrospect
Job’s friends weren’t the best friends could be
Yet many
Wouldn’t even be