You Sit by the Bedside

You sit by the bedside
Holding a hand, holding the space
For one who is entering the final journey

You sit by the bedside on a holy pilgrimage
Never having gone there yourself
Trusting that your presence is enough

You sit by the bedside of one who is silent
Of one who is crying
Of one who is drifting away

You enter into the thin space, the holy place
Your hand holding his hand
Your spirit touching her spirit

You sit by the bedside
Praying and singing
A witness of love and courage

Go gently, dear friend
The saints travel with you
Bless this time, this journey, this transition

You sit by the bedside
God in you and God in the beloved one
Christ in sorrow and Christ in freedom
Spirit holding all.

 
 
Find more of my prayers in my book Christ Beside Me, Christ Before Me: Celtic Blessings.