Softly I walk into your room, not wanting to disturb you. So small, so frail you are. Like an origami rose. I could fold you up and put you in my pocket if I so desired. I could take you away. But I won't. Because I know that God, in His own time, will call you when He will. And I have no choice but to accept it though I rail against it. I am angry and I say, "I hate this hour, this minute, this second...your last breath."
Lord...my Lord...she accepted You in her last hours, in her last moments. You gave her comfort and succor. You eased her pain and made smooth her brow. And thus I know she is with us, as You are. This alone gives me solace.
Lord, You are in us and all around us. And she is with You. In those moments when we grieve, we know You are with us. And thus we know she is with us also. Through You.
Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you.
Deep peace of Christ, of Christ the light of the world to you.
Deep peace of Christ to you.