I’m supposed to be good with words,
but my friend is so sick.
She needs me to cheer her up,
to crack wise in my funny accent.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
What I do know is Who will bring tomorrow.
All I can tell her is that there is always hope.
Speak through me as I comfort and encourage her,
and make my words true.  
Be there, where the hurt is.
Let the healing begin from the inside out.
Give her a chance to grow grey hairs,
to qualify for a senior discount,
to reminisce with me.