So many heavy and hard moments
From the weights of life’s ending
To the laughter of newness in a baby’s smile
Amidst the sun and rain of those who for them care
These seem like relentless currents
An uncontrollable wave of who’s sending?
Even still, in this eternal love I’ll stay a while
At this holy table I will pull up a chair
As a witness to the final breaths
In a with-ness to the diving in the prayer accompanying death
As a witness to the joy of childhood
In a with-ness to all that you call good
May I be a witness not only of those I see
But may I be your with-ness to the good catastrophe
