Sitting Vigil
Can you sit awhile with me.
Simply sit with me,
knowing that there is so little that you can do
to ease my pain,
to make me well,
to keep me alive.
And know that the distance between us,
the well one and the ill one,
the one now enjoying life
with little of the oppression of the body,
the other in the strangle hold
of what can go wrong
with the sweet rhythm of life,
is not so great.
That we are simply in different phases of
the same dance of life.
And that the distance between us is nothing.
Nothing compared to the closeness
of this shared experience.
And be comforted by the fact
that all I need is knowing
that you can somehow tolerate
your helplessness, and mine.
All I need.
Can you sit awhile with me.
Michael Shea
