A neighbor has friends in her home state whose child is in critical condition in the hospital. We have all been praying. While I didn’t ask for this poem this morning, it’s quite obviously meant for the family and friends, but applies just as well to anyone in this position:

You stand a vigil by the bed,
Waiting for the slightest move.
The flutter of an eye perhaps,
That “life goes on” to prove.

The love that does surround you all
As you pass the days in fright,
Is there to give you confidence
That she will make it through the night.

She may not speak or look at you,
But trust she knows you’re there.
The tender touches and the prayers
Add greatly to her care.

Remember that the one in bed
Is not the only one in need.
Many pray for you, as well,
And thus your souls they feed.

While this may seem your darkest hour,
There’s beauty here as well.
For love has been your saving grace
Since all the darkness fell.

No matter what the outcome,
This one great truth please know:
Never do you walk alone,
No matter where you go.