My Visit With My Sick Friend

I visited with my sick friend and asked if I could pray for him

With others I know and he said yes 

He doesn’t believe in You, I mean not like many of us  

But I know he thinks about You because we talk 

About lots of things 

I saw him last week and he was in a good place 

He said he was at ease and being positive 

About good outcomes and results

Even though the illness had not really improved

I smiled and wondered if he really meant it 

I think he did 

He’s always so cheerful and has a “peace that transcends”

Though he never leads on from where

How can he be so calm when I’m not?

Shouldn’t I be the one that shows him the way through?

Why am I the one angry at You for the silence 

And not him?

Maybe he knows something I don’t

I feel phony many times when I talk about You to him

Like a parrot saying things but not really knowing 

What they mean

I think he knows that but never says it

I think You know it too

I still hope it will all be ok.