The Saddest

The woman that sits next to me in Chamber Choir had a miscarriage this past weekend. Her husband is military, and currently deployed.
My heart is broken for her.
We are singing a song called "Autumn," and I think it will be difficult to get through after this. I will always think of her.

"Autumn" Text by Rainer Maria Rilke. Translated by Edward Snow.

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far off,
as if in the heavens distant gardens had withered:
they fall with gestures that say "no."

And in the nights the heavy earth falls
from all the stars into loneliness.
We are falling. This hand is falling.
And look at the others: it is in them all.

And yet there is One who holds this falling
with infinite softness in his hands.