Full moon’s got my back:
I am bathed in Love.
Phone call interrupts
His tears and separation
From the one he loves.
The comforting sound
Of his chopping vegetables
Mitigates her grief.
Nightmares awaken her
And you comfort and hold her –
She blesses the pain.
Oh, angels of mercy and of love, be with us as we grieve and tremble in the terror of darkness. Cast your light our way, lead us in to Love and understanding and forgiveness. Give us a sense of your peace, let us see your long view, let us feel the comfort of your arms around us. In the name of Love we pray.