The miracle has already happened. Dear Terri has survived longer than most. Long enough that the debate that was needed to be opened, and the horrors that had to be revealed took place.
Her story will never be unknown. In dying, God has created her legacy without her ever doing so on her own, or out of pride or selfishness.
Her gift to others is emblazened in our hearts and minds, and history is forever changed.
I can only turn now to peaceful thoughts and prayer. I will spend time wishing well to confronters and strive to keep evil thoughts away from my soul so that my prayes are pure and useful to Terri in the final days of her beautiful journey.
We must pray sincerely, without malice...without anger...and let our hearts hear the whispers of peace from God.
Celestrial Wings of PrayerAcross this land so free
As steadfast as a ship that sails
Across a tranquil sea.
That falls upon the ground
As wondrous as a drop of dew
In morning light, is found.
As tender as a baby's kissUpon a mother's cheek
As sturdy as a father's hands
Whose strength we often seek.
Upon a climbing vine
As steady as the heart that beats
Within this breast of mine.
Upon a listening ear
As caring as the one who kindly
Wipes away a tear.
As fragile as a new born coltWho tries to find his way
As graceful as a stately swan
One fine September day.
Of angels bound in flight
As sacred as the eastern star
That shone one holy night.
You'll find a refuge there
As precious as the Lamb of God
The celestial wings of prayer.
