And we mourn with them.
The patient lies dying
Body wasting
Skin pale and taut
lethargic eyes stare
from hollowed out sockets
Faded remnants of life born in hope
disappear in deep shadows
A priest garbed in vestments
stands before a makeshift altar
Demeanor and voice concentrated
on the proper order of things
His hands grasp the sacrament of life
hanging heavy in this cramped space
A young altar boy looks on
Head and eyes slightly averted
Hands clasped close to his chest
Sad eyes try not to stare
Filtered through a small window
dying light descends into the room
touching the patient’s Madonna-like robe
with a gleaming halo of grace
This is somebody’s beloved child
Fragile and sick unto death
Beyond hope of survival
Now the center of attention
Seated in a chair of royal honor
Tender looks and hand of a caregiver
Rest lightly on the young child
A man sits in shadows
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A Perspective From The Pew & Street 
Thank you for sharing Tom.
Praise be to God you received a good report.. Psalm 100
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Thank you Mary Ann for praying. I’m blessed to have friends that walk close to God and pray.
Much love Tom
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Yes Mary Ann all the glory to him who sets above the cheribums. When I hear folks give glory to God. It always makes me think of God awesome love.
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