Waiting upon each laboured breath
Is far greater than simply duty
For there is a mysterious beauty
Within each well-prepared death
There’s few more precious times than this
Now that life’s pains are put to rest
Acknowledging that death is best
Then sharing one departing kiss
‘Neath fading smile and closing eyes,
And steady grasping hand;
Heart and soul seem to understand
That they’ll live on when this frail body dies.
Fr Steve Sheridan
