When the
water runs deep
and the
bottom gets rocky,
we need
your presence, O God.
Hold us
in your steady hand
and keep
us upright
and
moving toward home.
In the
throes of dementia,
when
memory becomes
slicker
than a muddy river bank,
keep our
heads above water,
or at
least when we sink,
teach us
how to breathe underwater.
Give us
courage to face each day
with the
fortitude of honesty and hope,
never
letting fear generate denial.
This, and
all prayers, we offer
in the
name of the one
who never
forgets to love us.
Amen.
© 2015 Todd Jenkins
Both my parents died of Alzheimers disease -- this is a precious poem for me.
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