I share with you the agony of your grief,
      The anguish of your heart finds echo in my own.
      I know I cannot enter all you feel
      Nor bear with you the burden of your pain;
I can but offer what my love does give:
      The strength of caring,
      The warmth of one who seeks to understand
      The silent storm-swept barrenness of so great a loss,
This do I in quiet ways,
      That on your lonely path
      You may not walk alone.

                    — Howard Thurman in Meditations of the Heart