Sometimes you have to lie.
Facing pain and death, the person you're caring for sometimes has to hear that you believe that they can make it, that there's still hope.
Even if your heart says there isn't.
Because we can't do this alone, any of us.
I need you, friend, to tell me
that things will come out right,
that there will be a new bright day
beyond this endless night.
I need the focus of your mind
to judge, and make the call
that there's no final truth behind
the writing on the wall.
I need your hand upon my shoulder,
a quick firm squeeze to make it clear
that even though the times grow colder
you will still be here.
I ask this most of all, dear friend,
reassurance that it's not the end.
Music from Breathe, with the somewhat paradoxical Don't Tell Me Lies.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.