Then I asked if I could say a prayer.
Startled, he said, “Why would you even ask?”
So I proceeded.
Placing the heart’s full attention on all that is good and right in the world,
I ask that you be healed in body, mind, and heart.
That you may use this pain and suffering as an opportunity to grow.
That you may fully awaken to your true Self.
And find a peace like no other…
At the end, he thanked me.
Asking: “Why would anyone reject it?”
And I turned my head and cried.
“Be still and know that I am the Lord.”
She said, quoting Psalm 46.
Be still and know that I AM.
With tears in her eyes, she told me she loved me.
I held her hand and thanked God,
Lord Jesus, for the gift of our communion.
We sang “The Strife is O’er” for you.
But, if I could have just told you how precious it is.
Talked you down from that roof.
And shown you all that you still had to do.
Little Mimi, your life was its own prayer.
Couldn’t you see?
But you don’t look like those little bald guys in the orange robes!?
And we laughed.
Spontaneously composed as part of my final self-evaluation for an 11-week full-time hospital chaplaincy internship. Three are interactions I had just in the past week, and one is me remembering my friend who killed herself in 2004, age 23.