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We buried my mother-in-law this past week. She, like all of us will, passed through the door of death. What it’s like going through that door is personal. I ran across this writing by Thomas Moult that I just felt the need to share. His words took me as close as I can get.
PRAYER FOR THIS OUR TIME
When men betray the Cause they smiled upon, and weaklings turn their faces from the fight, when our fine Vision dims to darkest night with battle after battle lost, and seeming end;
O may I stand with those who struggle on, staunch in the ranks so pitifully thinned, strong with the strength of the great North Wind, and the courage of you, my Friend.
When death creeps darkly to my quiet room, chilling my heart with his harsh whispered word, when daylight flickers, and the world grow blurred, and life is guttering like a candle’s end.
O may that Vision shine on through the gloom!…and as my wearied pulsing slowly stills, give me the calm of the unchanging hills, and your dear arms, my Friend.