A Prayer in the Last Hour

Posted by Franciscan Media on Sep 12, 2017 5:45:00 AM

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When I am in my last hour, when I am very near death, when I am so soon to change form and travel in unaccountable ways and places, I hope I will be of sound enough mind to murmur this, to our three children, and perhaps, if the Mercy has been especially ridiculously generous, our grandchildren: It was for you that I was here, and for you I prayed every day of your life, and for you I will pray in whatever form I am next to take. Lift the rock, and I am there; cleave the wood, and I am there; call for me, and I will listen; for I hope to be a prayer for you and yours long after I am dust and ash. Amen.

—from the book Eight Whopping Lies and Other Stories of Bruised Grace

Categories: Prayer, family, children, Brian Doyle, blessings