I saw the shadow of death holding your hand at your bedside.

You couldn’t see me because you were seeing what it showed you.

Your breath came in sharp sudden bursts as if you were forgetting how

The blankets were white like your skin, clean

But contrary to the warmth they offered, you cooled

I greeted you by name, nodded to death, said a prayer of comfort.

The blue of your gown shrouded your emaciation

I stood next to you whispering words of loving comfort

As I took my leave, you prepared your own version.

Tomorrow, it’s likely I will see the rising sun.

Tomorrow, you will offer your hosanna to God in person