Don'T Be Afraid To Touch Me

I may be dying
And this is the end.
But, I need someone with me,
Anyone, just a friend.
For dying is lonely,
But, lo, I must go.
I've waited a lifetime,
The process is slow.
But, bear it alone?
No, not for a while.
Just touch me and warm me
And, don't forget, smile.
For with that you'll warm me
And touch me down deep,
As our Father in Heaven
Puts me gently to sleep.

by Mary Lou Willoughby

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