Prayer for A Dying Friend

What does it mean when we hear that a friend or loved one is dying? For me, I think that we are all dying - with every breath we take - tomorrow, the next hour - the next minute is not promised to us. However, today I am reflecting on and praying for my friend - we'll call her "Kate." Kate is lying in a hospital bed as I write this, in constant pain, yet fighting to live.

My friend, Judith, died in 2006. A couple of months before she died, she shared the following poem with me:

Another Dimension

Bedside Manners
Christopher Wiseman

How little the dying seem to need—
A drink perhaps, a little food,
A smile, a hand to hold, medication,
A change of clothes, an unspoken
Understanding about what's happening.
You think it would be more, much more,
Something more difficult for us
To help with in this great disruption,
But perhaps it's because as the huge shape
Rears up higher and darker each hour
They are anxious that we should see it too
And try to show us with a hand-squeeze.

We panic to do more for them,
And especially when it's your father,
And his eyes are far away, and your tears
Are all down your face and clothes,
And he doesn't see them now, but smiles
Perhaps, just perhaps because you're there.
How little he needs. Just love. More Love.