This is the quiet time
As we listen to you breathing
Wondering if it will stop
As we listen to you breathing
Wondering if it will stop
when will it stop.
This is the praying time
when we have gone past hope
Praying for the end
praying against the end.
This is the hopeless time
as you, once so strong, are still
We hope for the best
- resigned for the worst.
as you, once so strong, are still
We hope for the best
- resigned for the worst.
This is the guilty time
Guilty that we hope this time will pass
That your time with us
will be no more.
Guilty that we hope this time will pass
That your time with us
will be no more.
This is the giving time
Giving you up to what is to come
You will cross the horizon
to meet us on a new shore.
Giving you up to what is to come
You will cross the horizon
to meet us on a new shore.
Dear Eileen, thank you...
ReplyDeleteBless you, Eileen. This touches my heart to the core. I have on my computer screen my picture of Puget Sound (Washington State) that speaks so deeply of that "other shore", along with a quote I found somewhere, and which I will use for my own burial liturgy: "Upon another shore and in a greater light."
ReplyDeleteThis brings back memories of being with my husband when he was dying. It captures the feelings so well. Margaret
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