The light kiss of the dying,
Looking peaceful:
‘She’ll go when she’s ready,’
According to the staff nurse.

She’s lying in limbo it seems,
Preparing, Lord, to meet You,
And you’ll take her in
Across the divide, shining.

The sun is warm through the hospital window
And she slumbers her way to heaven.
That small piece of You I took at the altar, Lord,
Transforms into all the eternal world.

You meet the dying, Lord,
Host of the resurrection.