Thy Will be Done

My son
Consumed with cancer
I watched helplessly while his breathing labored.
“Oh, my Lord! Help him,” I pray.
I wept. I hurt. I prayed.
“Lay him at the foot of the Cross,” I hear.
I ached. I wept. I said those four words,
“Thy Will be done.”
My heart was pierced.
Yet, my son was now at peace.

By Charlene Phillips

(Charlene Phillips is a member of St. Bridget Parish in Liberty.)