The waning moon rises into the autumn sky, reminding me of the fading life.
Will she last until the dark of the moon, when all hope is gone and emptiness of space encompasses the night sky, only the beacon of distant stars doth shine. My journey hath not yet begun, yet I feel the need to be by her side. Few words will be spoken, only the solace in knowing the other is there, in spirit, in support the last few hours of this life. The one that gave me life is now passing from hers to the next. There is little comfort I can provide in these last suffering hours. Her pain is obvious, yet the medicine masks the depth of despair we feel for what she truly feels.
God only knows the torment of the suffering soul and only he can take away the pain. When her feet finally walk on those streets of gold, where no more pain or sorrows exist, only then will we rejoice for the glory of God reigns eternal…forever more.
Thoughts and prayers for you and yours.
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