Help me remember the natural peace
her presence gave.
Help me remember the grace of her heart,
the generosity of her spirit,
the sincerity of her kindness.
Help me remember all the ways
You touched the world through her.
Tonight I do not ask You to stop the ache,
only to hold me while I feel it,
knowing that the ache tells
of a life well-spent.
And when at last the darkness submits to light,
and I find my feet again,
remind me to still remember,
that the love she so freely shared
may find a second life in me.
– Abigail Wurdeman, Prayables