Sometimes, when words won’t do,
My imagination opens the way for prayer.
And so I pray for my friend,
That You will comfort her with your Spirit,
That You will cloak her in your grace
And bring healing.
Here is the prayer of my imagination:
I see my friend lying in her bed, with labored breathing and discomfort in her soul. And then I see them: around the bed, a circle of angels is holding hands with one another. They stand so close that their wings touch each other and form a wall, a curtain around the bed.
One angel begins to sing, softly. Her tones are just barely audible. The tune, a soothing melody of hope and love, begins to flow from one angel to the other across the circle and around it until it is almost as if they have woven a canopy of song above her bed. They continue their singing and the canopy grows more substantial, revealing intricate patterns of color and light, of texture and depth.
At a signal from one of the angels, they all soften and lower their voices and the canopy itself is lowered until it covers my friend like a blanket. The touch of it seems to ease her breathing and soften some of the lines upon her face. She sighs in momentary respite from her pain.
They continue their melody and the blanket enfolds her more closely and then begins to melt into her very frame. Its melody makes its way into her flesh, into her weary body and brings hope and peace. They sing until all of the blanket has dissolved in this way; all of its healing strength is now within her.
Then a single angel smiles at the others in thanks and they leave. All but that one angel. She takes her position at the head of the bed, watching my friend, holding her steady. She will remain.
[photo by Bernard Healy per cc 2.0]