It's pain that doesn't have a pill to chase it. It's bearing cross pain.
Wait and look, see what to say. Maybe nothing at all.
Maybe just stand near.
With family gathering, breaths lingering.
Living pain subsiding and looks of peace on face.
And hold hands, cradle head. Annoint lips.
I get to be here. And watch Christ here.
I get to participate, in my little way.
And wonder at what it is after that 'end'.
And it's incredible.
And I never do it alone - because I never could participate in something like this myself.
It is too much to grasp for feeble ones like myself.
Tonight, I give thanks for:
- expert colleagues.
- ... but you have the mind of Christ.... (1 Cor 2:16)