prayer for the widow of a nature lover

Today I prayed for the young woman

 

whose husband after a difficult illness died.

 

I didn’t pray for him though I have

 

for months, not knowing should I beg

 

for more time, plead for a quick release

 

from stranglehold of limitations

 

or just leave it up to God.

 

 

I cannot imagine the wife’s grief.

 

Never again to sit in vigil at the hospital

 

where he struggled in his narrow bed to breathe

 

to speak, to keep up hope. No more

 

medical opinions, desperate measures

 

to keep infection from a body robbed

 

by assaults on blood cells gone berserk

 

of its immunity. In future

 

 

when she wakes, if there is sun,

it will shine on places he once occupied.

Shadows will fall on hills he need no longer climb.

In case of rain, forest paths she walked with him

will be as filled with water as her eyes. At every turn

sorrow will greet her. Let it be portioned out

in decreased doses, sweetened with the season’s

first blue crocus, a returned robin singing

at her morning window. A tincture of light.

Published online July 01 2004.


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This piece was published in ‘Forgiveness,’ the Summer 2004 issue of CV2.

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