A prayer for my friends who mourn.

May your spirit groan.

Because sometimes you sit idly by and watch as life throws an excruciating fire ball of despair at another that burns so deeply you wonder if they will ever recover.

You watch helplessly as hearts and souls are torn slowly to shreds as a remorseless evil ravages love, life, family.

And your speech is inadequate, insufficient, vain.

May your spirit groan.

Your feeble brain tries to reason with death, fear envelopes faith as you wonder and doubt and cry out into the silence.

And you fight for the words, for the comfort, for the way.

May your spirit groan.

Your lips taste the bitter sting of death as you try to say goodbye too soon and resentment and anger and rage build at the injustice.

And you gather to honour, to celebrate, to mourn.

May your spirit groan.

As you gather may your spirits groan together in hope. May his spirit fall on you, and restore you, and bless you and fortify you and bond you. May you know peace in your pain and hope in your spirit.


Romans 8:22-25 We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies.  For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have?  But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.