There are few.
Few that will suffice.
Few that will offer true solace.
Words cannot fill a void
That a person once did.
They will always be inadequate
Always less than what a bewildered heart
So if you find yourself
In the presence of the grieving
And on the verge of mounting into
A monologue regarding the nature of life
Keep in view
The limits of your words,
And use those words,
As well meaning as they are,
And they sat with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his suffering was very great.