Singing Over; A Wellspring Poem


a Wellspring poem by Jack Mayer

He nears the end of this journey,

preparing for the next,

breathing coarse, intermittent,

body tranquil but for fitful breath.

We stand in a semi-circle and sing a hymn,

cocoon a man we know because he is one of us,

and do not know because he approaches the boundary.

Small voices in four-part harmony

fill the dying room, majestic as a choir

suffusing renaissance heights.

I know my part well enough

to be present to the mystery,

to see myself in his place,

to give comfort and receive comfort at the same time.

To attend at the time of dying,

and sing,

is grace made visible,