~*~  It Feels Good To Pray  ~*~

While others around me bicker,
over what seem like such petty things,
My dearest friend lives in Extended Care,
but still each morning she sings.
Somehow yesterday’s problems all seem
so very trite and small,
I can’t even recall now what bothered me,
not one thing at all.

This friend has always given me hope,
whenever no hope was there.
She always listened to me and
I know she really cares.
She’s never turned away from me,
and always had the time,
She’s taught me “things” aren’t important,
it’s who you are inside.

She’s taught me to “smell a rose”,
and see the beauty in a book,
And to always give back to my fellow man
much more than I took.
She taught me the important of caring
and sharing each and every day,
To always give a helping hand or a smile
to others along my way.

She now sits there paralyzed;
and speaks in whispered word,
That once vibrant woman of wisdom
wants so badly to be heard.
She has taught me life lessons over the years
as a real Mother probably would,
And I would give anything just
to see her smile again,
anything that I could.

Now it will take time and patience
to determine her destiny,
So we usually sit reading,
just three friends,
Maggie, God, and me.
I learned something new from her
that happened by accident today,
She taught me to fold my hands,
so the two of us could pray.

We prayed that he would give us both
the strength to carry on,
I saw her sitting there praying
even after from her room I’d gone,
So I too stood in the hall and prayed
that God take this debilitation away,
Yes, I learned something new today,
and that is - it feels good to pray!

Art: "Thy Will Be Done" ~ Morgan Weistling

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T S Eliot