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Can't get my head in the game....

We received devastating news from a dear friend yesterday, that her husband of 27 years had died. He'd always been so healthy, and now he is gone. We've been friends with this couple since our college days, and we are heartbroken for the family. My head is in a fog, and I can't seem to get much of anything done in any orderly fashion.

There is so little to do at a time like this except pray. I don't why I'm surprised, but the Holy Spirit always seems to find a way to sneak in the most perfect prayers when I need them most. Today's reading from the morning prayer in Magnificat was from Ephesians:

But God, who is rich in mercy, because of the great love he had for us, even when we were dead in our transgressions, brought us to life with Chris (by grace you have been saved), raised us up with him, and seated us with him in the heavens in Christ Jesus, that in the ages to come he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus For by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not from you; it is the gift of God it is not from works, so no one may boast. For we are his handiwork, created in Christ Jesus for the good works that God has prepared in advance, that we should live in them.
May the souls of all the faithful departed rest in peace.

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Crossing Guard

I saw you
today
as you guided
your little man across that busy street.

You were wearing some
big man boots
and
watching cars and lights.

Your little man had on
black sneakers and
a Mickey Mouse hat
that bounced
as he walked.

He wasn't watching nothing but
your big man boots
and
the white stripes of the crosswalk.

Just before
he got to the sidewalk again,
his step bounced a bit
- he hopped over
a spot where the asphalt broke.

You turned to look,
holding out a hand to
your little man.
Not rushed or angry,
just making sure
he got up
on that sidewalk.

Then you walked on,
in your big man boots,
face into a cold Michigan wind,
with the little man behind,
his hat bouncing.