Judy Bausch Poet Free verse

Deathbed Prayer

Deathbed Prayer

I asked my pastor to pray
At the deathbed of my uncle
With my aunt and me
He shuffled his feet and
Looked away in an awkward
And most uncomfortable way
I, too, was uneasy
But not for the same reasons
My tears flowed freely
As my heart was breaking
He bowed his head 
And said a quick prayer
Why would he be
Awkward with me
Or with God
I wondered then
Now I understand
He was a Preacher
But not a Pastor

~ Judy Bausch

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Stephan McBride April 12, 2024 at 1:12 PM We have all been given same access, through the same spirit to receive God's truth ,knowledge and understanding, to many religions to seek guidance of one seeking to profit, I encourage all to seek from the true source of the ones this world killed , to receive the truth, much love and prayers for you all