We are known
We are loved
We are held
May our fears about our death be transformed
And may all our suffering be transfigured.
May we discover, within ourselves,
a deep well of peace
And a great storehouse of resources:
The grace to recognise the gifts that illness brings
The insight to perceive that as time shrinks in length it expands in depth
The wisdom to discern what matters, and
what does not
The resourcefulness to seek beauty, hope
and love wherever we can find them
The generosity of heart to accept, gratefully,
The courage to let go.