(a prayer for my wife)*

Wiping the dust
That collects in her mind
She's cleaning his room again
Trying to find
Something passed over
Some kind of sign
Answers to questions
Dear Father Divine

Like a blanket so heavy
Grief weighs her down
Keeps her from hearing
The happiest sounds
Keeps her from knowing
The pleasures of life
Keeps her from seeing
Dear Father of Sight

Hoping to glimpse
Longing to see
Looking to capture
Her dying memory
His fingerprints fade
His smell almost gone
His laughter grows distant
Dear Father of Song

The fear of forgetting
More real than you know
Erasing the mind
To remember no more
Like waves of the ocean
Clearing the shore
Of footprints we've made
Dear Father of Hope

Dear Lord may she know
Your grace and Your truth
May she find in this journey
Her heart wrapped in Your strength
May the sense of Your purpose
Dispel all her fear
May the joy of Your presence
Dear Father be near.