Tears for the terminally ill :: Prisms :: Original Poetry

Tears for the terminally ill

Tears are falling, my heart is broken

for God is calling, the Priest has spoken.

Beautiful angels, I know they're waiting

my strength and hope is slowly fading.

What is it the saints softly whisper to you?

Do they talk about Heaven, or the people you knew?

For you know where you're going,

and you're not afraid

there's your husband, your family,

and friends that you've made.

And we stand beside you, we love you each day

we'll comfort and guide you,

each step of the way.

Patricia Minicozzi