What if
Thy Will Be Done
means death?
What do we do then – 
as we watch
his life drift away
from us
from his body
from his voice
from his eyes?
How do we reconcile this ending
before we are ready
to say goodbye?
Might we be blessed 
with just 
one more conversation 
one more well-crafted story
one more lunch together
one more hug and genuine
“I love you”?

No? 

Well then, 
I’ll just say it for all of us – 
sometimes  
Thy Will Be Done
just sucks the wind from our sails 
and leaves us 
stagnant 
for awhile – 
stuck in our itty-bitty boats
all alone, 
looking out over the endless salty sea
and thirsting for 
one more conversation 
one more well-crafted story
one more lunch together
one more hug and genuine 
“I love you.” 


*In loving memory of my dear friend, Paul.