I'm Here. Hold on to Me

Mother and father both gone, and god so far away i can't find him. As the tears streamed fast down poor jo's cheeks, she stretched out her hand in a helpless sort of way as if groping in the dark. Laurie longed to say something tender and comfortable, but no fitting words came to him. So he stood silent, gently stroking her bent head, as her mother used to do,. The best thing he could have done was far more soothing than the most eloquent words. For jo felt the unspoken sympathy, and in the silence, learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow.