Tonight, I leave my worries with you.
I will not handle them alone, or spread the heavy weight of desperate wishes and hope for a miracle, among the thought filled prayers of my friends.
Just tonight I will leave lists unwritten, nightmares unseen, and untouched wine bottles,
alone,
on the shelf.
I will also ask that you alone shoulder these painful thoughts, prayers of faith and messages from the depths of sorrow that get sent to the great unknown all too often.
Please let a young father and devoted husband sleep soundly tonight,
knowing his sick wife is safe, and his young son, will find his way
on this mysterious dark path littered with questions, shadows, and only hope for a miracle. Something he pleads for with every ounce of his small body but has yet to understand fully, and something we all pray he never has to.
Tonight let their worries vanish
and rest on your shoulders, far away from their home, the hospital, friends and family who keep praying….
night after night, sunrise to sunset, for that bright young woman to find herself within the depths of her Self and be well and vibrant once again.
As a tired husband (who is not as young as he was once), cares for his ill wife and worries about money, prescriptions, and the future that is mostly unknown, I wish for him, and her, a pain free night of pure love, pure joy,
hand holding, and memories of good times gone by.
Shoulder their worries, I ask, just for tonight
and let the ghosts come and go quietly, unseen.
Let them visit at will but also guide them back home in safety, and remind them that tonight one angel will remain, holding hands with her one and only love, and keep fighting her disease on the battleground of her body, her mind and her spirit.
As a young boy struggles to leave the safety of his bed, and a mother and father search for a meaning, any meaning for the brutal murder of their young son, let their minds and tired bodies rest. They look up at the stars searching, always searching and the answer they fear, may never be clear enough to recognize, or loud enough to hear. Tonight, as they gaze off at the heavens, let them see the stars and the moon brightly and let them gain strength from what they once gazed at, young in love and hearts full of dreams. Let your eyes be their guide so they can gather strength to face the sunrise, together.
Tonight as families struggle to make sense of senseless situations, let them find each other in peace, and with the knowledge that their fears will be shouldered by another,
just for tonight.
I ask you this, as I have now for four months and fifteen days just tonight, my friend, bring rest to those who continue to arrive each morning, each sunrise and each spare moment they salvage, to the battlefield. Just for tonight.
Until tomorrow my friend….until then….
Peace, just for tonight, Chris
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