Beseeching the Holy Ghost

The crucifix held tight in hope,
A soul transported to the veil,
I prithee God, with angels sail,
And gently drop thy golden rope,

For she is waxing nigh to Thee,
Her spirit gentle as the morn,
But in a wilderness forlorn,
And I am spent with sympathy!

I am your servant, humbly pledged,
And You the king of kings above—
A witness to our courtly love,
Your mercy soft and tender edged,

So in her hour of need, descend,
From in Your keep at heaven’s shore,
Her place in You, refresh, restore,
Her breathing slows — she meets her end,

I usher up a bedside prayer,
I look upon her face with tears,
A brave companion through the years!
I gently kiss her plaited hair…

I give her to your keeping hands,
My spirit sore and rent with grief,
Her parting breath a vast relief,
To futures formed in unseen lands,

And weeping in soft reverie,
The king slumped down, his visage drawn,
The kiss of death had come and gone,
She was released to heaven’s sea!

AD Lovkis, 21/06/25