I pray for an easy passage for him – stepping stones across a lily-clad lake into a peaceful autumnal world. I pray for a calm day for him – a serene September day full of gentility and grace. I pray he’ll be called to go in the morning just as the sun is rising and the bleary-eyed birds are beginning to sing- the best part of the day, like he always said.
I pray he’ll glide across the water like the light-footed lad he once was ignoring its depth as he ponders on scenes from a full and happy life. I pray he’ll have the strength to focus his feet all the way forward fully accepting now of his fate. I pray he’ll manage to step it out in style taking death in his stride the same way he took life.
I pray for all of these things for him, but mostly I pray that all the prayers he ever prayed will be answered now and that he’ll face a welcoming God with wit and will enough to accept and understand him, and with the good grace too to finally set him free, to let him play among the trees and fields and streams he always loved, young again and able again with a whole new world stretching out in front of him….