Toast by Leonard Nathan, is one of the best poems there is about the communal nature of suffering:
there was a woman in Ithaca
who cried softly all night
in the next room and helpless
I fell in love with her under the blanket
of snow that settled on all the roofs
of the town, filling up
every dark depression
next morning
in the motel coffee shop
I studied all the made-up faces
of women. was it the middle-aged blonde
who kidded the waitress
or the young brunette lifting
her cup like a toast
love, whoever you are,
your courage was my companion
for many cold towns
after the betrayal of Ithaca,
and when I order coffee
in a strange place, still
I say, lifting, this is for you.
The Herb Of Grace 
This is a beautiful one……
When I was at Pacem in Terris these past few days I came across this poem in the St. Stephen Prayerbook I took with me – did you write them there? I read it to the two ladies who served us dinner – all through the poem – they kept on saying “oh!” – “that’s beautiful!” – “that’s wonderful!” – “oh thank you!” – if you wrote it when you were there – they would probably love to receive the poems – hope all is well.
A prayerful poem while on hermitage
The leaves just fall.
I am so un-alone
Here at my hermitage
Deep in the woods
Looking out at the prairies
I am so un-alone
The heater goes ting-ting
And the windows hug me loosely
Like glasses
The basket of bread, cheese, and fruit
Is my guide of provision
The sunlight and wind
Shimmer and spin
The yellow and brown leaves
Like multi colored quarters
Glimmering off the bottom of
A wishing pond.
The bed is here for me
And with me
My friend the teapot
And my friend rocking chair the giant
Big enough for any posture of
My tired body
My breath leaks out through my
nose
In steadier and steadier rhythms
I’m sure there’s animals out there
And they pray for me
I am so un-alone
The only thing I lack (and do not miss)
Is the clamor of human voices (my own and others)
Climbing mountains of superiority and insecurity
Foolishness we speak
Often times we do.
All these things which journey
With me now
My companions
My friends
They say one silent word:
Praise!”