When my daughter, Maya, died tragically at age 6, she was still young enough for Daddy to put her to bed and sometimes lie next to her as she safely drifted off to sleep. Here, at her grave, I lie down as close to her as I can. She below and I above the trees, wind, sun, grass, flowers and love. This may sound horrific to some. But not to me. Pain can exist without love, but love does not exist without pain. So be it. Forever Maya. Amen.
Dwight Lee Wolter

Dwight Lee Wolter, author, “The Gospel of Loneliness” (Pilgrim Press, UCC)