saying the sad psalms.

with those who are sad.

sitting beside them.

not preaching to them. 

not saying anything to them in fact:

just sitting.

at moot an hour ago a part of a poem:

In time we are all travellers

Who voyage separate roads.

Very occasionally we come together

And share our baggaged loads.

perhaps we start from a place where we are separate travellers,

but our journey is steadily towards one another.

all roads lead to . . . . .