So she lit the little candle
And bathed in the glow
Listening to her chaplain recite
An old psalm she used to know
Repeating the sweet prayer
Of His forgiveness and love
Looking forward to the day
When she would abide up above
The family was in surround
Friends and caretakers nearby
She closed her eyes a last time
And breathed her last with a sigh
The chaplain blew out the candle
And carefully left from her side
But still there was this glow
That now came from far inside
Her mission finally accomplished
The chaplain made for the door
Another place filled with peace and love
And that’s what chaplains are here for


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on October 16, 2012, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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