The Prayer of the Survivor

Now I lay my wants to rest,

The weight of care upon my chest.

I promptly pine for clarity,

A remedy for this tragedy.

If we must die before we wake,

What measures, then, are we to take?

Live on in love and share our sorrow,

Ever hoping for brighter tomorrow.

And when body and soul are rent apart,

May survivors endure with comforted heart.

Author's Note

A poem I wrote in response to the loss of a senior nursing major at my school. She was loved by many, and is incredibly missed. May we survive the deaths of the ones we love with eventual peace and a heightened awareness of the fragility of life.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

This is a gorgeous tribute to all survivors everywhere Siren, such a sad story that caused you to write it, this one really resonated with me, well done!

[Siren]

thanks, Frieda. I really appreciate your feedback. Each encounter with death--and I've had four of them since August--solidifies my belief that if we don't make the most of the time we've got left, we're doing a great dishonor to those whose time has already passed. thanks again, for reading.