
Not by an accident that tears the body apart.
Not by an illness that leaves the mind confused or the senses impaired.
Not by a malady that wears out the soul, or at the mercy of evil forces.
Not with a heart filled with hate, or a body racked with pain.
Not abandoned lonely, without love or care.
Not by our own hands in a moment of despair.

Jesus, let death come as a gentle friend to sit and linger with us until you call our names.
Then let us enter your heavenly home to receive your final gift of grace to be near you forever and look upon the divine countenance of your Holy Face. Amen.
---anonymous (Most probably by a Carmelite Nun or Friar)
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