I Run and Pray the Rosary

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.