The obituary in tonight's paper
it certainly says your name
and it says that you were just thirty-four
when our Maker softly came.
But what it doesn't say about you
is something most don't want to hear.
You died quietly and all alone
and from a disease that people fear.
Why is that we are afraid?
Why can't we seem to care?
Why is it that so few will even stop to say
a simple, special prayer?
God grant us Your Serenity
when another addict dies.
And for the loved ones who suffer silently
let Grace and pathos soothe their lonely cries.
it certainly says your name
and it says that you were just thirty-four
when our Maker softly came.
But what it doesn't say about you
is something most don't want to hear.
You died quietly and all alone
and from a disease that people fear.
Why is that we are afraid?
Why can't we seem to care?
Why is it that so few will even stop to say
a simple, special prayer?
God grant us Your Serenity
when another addict dies.
And for the loved ones who suffer silently
let Grace and pathos soothe their lonely cries.
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(For information on Recovery Ministries
of the Episcopal Church, see:
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