for my friend Greg.
Cancer is trying to kill him,
and so I beg
for chemo to save him,
a respite from his pain.
I pray The Sorrowful Mysteries
and realize again
that none of us is spared,
that suffering will come,
that miracles are rare.
Still, I ask for one.
Now and at the hour of our death,
I say and see
the person I am praying for is me.
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