Borrowed Sorrows (a whispered prayer)

Lord,

I thought my grief was quiet—

tucked away,

laid to rest beneath the years.

But when I see another heart break,

when I hear the sobs of someone left behind,

my sorrow stirs,

like a child waking in the night.

Their loss is not mine,

and yet it is—

because grief speaks one language,

and my soul remembers every word.

So I bow my head.

I hold their pain as if it were my own.

I carry both ours to You,

the One who knows every tear by name.

Borrowed sorrows,

not to crush us,

but to bind us together—

reminders that love does not die,

it only aches until You mend it whole.

Lord,

teach us to share the weight,

to whisper prayers for one another,

to find comfort not in forgetting,

but in knowing

You are near

to the brokenhearted.

In the name of Jesus, my Comforter and Savior, 

Amen.