My Journey to God

At the Bedside

So much sadness in this room;
Heavy-hearted sense of doom—
Grieving over what we know,
Weeping in the letting go.

In this room the veil is thin
‘Tween what will be, and what has been.
Timeless now, these sacred hours,
As God’s will gently triumphs ours.

Oh Lord, we need Your saving grace
In this sorrowing, helpless place.
We beg Your touch of sweet relief:
A passing swift, and struggle brief.

Hold her firm in Your embrace
As she passes from this place.
And help us know, though out of sight,
She’s well and happy in Your light:

Eternal Mystery, endless Light—
She’s born anew to perfect sight.

By Linda Abner

(Linda Abner is a member of Our Lady of Lourdes Parish in Indianapolis.)†