By Stephen W. Hiemstra
Reach out to me this morning and comfort me in my solitude,
lonely, missing one so dear.
I know that I should not be sad for a life well lived,
for someone strong who showed me how to live and then how to die.
Yet, I am sad, because it is my turn to be strong and I do not want to be.
In the power of your Holy Spirit,
grant me time and space and strength to grieve and to let tears flow.
For the season is at hand for such.
In Jesus’ precious name, Amen.