As George Lay Dying

Wassily Kandinsky

Wassily Kandinsky

“My God, my God,
      why have you forsaken me?
   Why are you so far from helping me,
      from the words of my groaning?
   O my God,
      I cry by day but you do not answer,
      and by night, but find no rest.” ~ Psalm 22:1-2

As George lay dying
I sat holding his hand
Across from me his mother
whispering the prayer
Jesus prayed dying

He was just a boy
no older than thirteen
Body ravaged by leukemia
Decimated by chemo
now beyond pain

George taught me
dying takes courage
It is love keeps life going
waking up mornings
holding that hand

His mother taught
grief needs praying
not in hope for a miracle
but for her own Hand
to hold at life’s end


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to As George Lay Dying

  1. Wow–must echo Paul’s word, “heart-rending”.


  2. Her own Hand. I hope at death we all see God in us too.


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