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So many lies,
on the news today.
Who do we believe?
Oh God, let us pray.

What fate lies ahead?
What should we ask,
about decisions we dread,
is it a new task?

Anthony de Mello, also known as Tony de Mello (1931– 987), was a Jesuit priest and psychotherapist born in Bombay, India. A spiritual teacher, writer, and public speaker. He wrote several books on spirituality and hosted numerous spiritual retreats and conferences. He is known for his storytelling which drew from the various mystical traditions of both East and West and for introducing many people in the West to mindfulness-based practices he sometimes called "awareness prayer"
Quote source: "Awakening - Conversations with the Masters" - Wikipedia

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A Lonely Path was not chosen
as a goal for my latest life
Who would choose such a sad
Path? My lovely wife is a victim
of unwanted disease. Dementia
now moving into Alzheimers.
A slow dance of memory loss.
Many moments of indecision.
Not knowing what to do when
getting ready for bed.

High hang the lights
across timbered posts,
Lighting the way,
where we love most.
Across a patio wide,
barren of plant growth,
lays the Divinity,
The Holy Ghost.

The light creeps out,
across the wood floor,
stays away from the window,
stays off of the floor.
Leave the door open,
await the first guest,
for tomorrows the Sabbath,
it's then you may rest.

Here I am Lord,
sitting with pen in hand.
You made me no promises
of when my time would end.
My life has shortened,
as the days pass by.
I will not ask you
if I can still write Goodbye.

I've lost control,
of this stage of life,
seeing the damage Dementia
has done to my wife.
There are lucid moments,
in day time and night,
but there is a weirdness,
when Sundown takes flight.
Wandering the house,
as a stranger would do.
Please help me Lord,
as my answers are few.

Help me Lord,
Wade the river
Of hate and infamy,
For my step weakens,
Walking where I cannot see.

Thank you, dear Lord
for letting me stay
on this good Earth
for one more day.

He rose from the dead
to take care of you,
so on this good day,
that's what he will do.
Stay safe together,
in your abode.
Confess your sins,
as if he strode,
down your lane,
so long of a time,
he could come again
to take care of all,
no matter the twain.