He read a meditation 
     about a person’s 
                   personal 
experience of  being -------- thrust 
into the abyss of grief. 

The words were beautiful and beautifully 
written about the most
horrendous experience imaginable.
 
He didn’t want to imagine.
 
He couldn’t believe the beautiful words
and then he found himself 
immersed in the beauty
of the mysterious mystery 
of life and 
                         death
in 

the midst and aftermath
of the --------------------------- horror.
  
(The person wasn’t saved from the horror.) 
 
She was surrounded with unimaginable 
love that would 

suffer with her, 
enter into her horror and 
hold her

as she (didn’t get over as the world 
advises because it can't stand to look at the pain)

"passed through" into 
the 
     eternal 
         presence 
              of 
                agape,

                      now.