Loss, Grief, and Mystery


I hear the news
Of the death of a friend.
A wife, a mother, a grandmother.

I am nearly undone
Despite the fact
That I barely knew her.

The short, sweet times
I was in her presence,
I felt the unconditional love
Of a mother.
Of a holy one.

What a mystery
That we cannot measure
The influence of one life,
The hearts touched by her,
The deep connections made with her,
The divine love that flowed through her
To those who were in need.

I give thanks for her life,
For the way she touched me,
A motherless child longing to be loved.

Mother God, comfort those who mourn her death.
Wrap them in your blanket of love
And receive her into your peaceful embrace. Amen.

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