It is so powerful to praise the wisdom of our bodies, the intricacies of our organs, our veins containing our blood, our intestines moving our bowels. How each one has its own special purpose, helping us to stay alive, to be alive, to embrace life.
It’s wondrous to understand the power that even one small part of our body has over our entire life. If one opened when it needed to stay closed, or one stay closed when it needed to open, we could not stand before You.
We could not breathe, or love, or protest, or grieve, or walk in the heat of the day, or in the wind of the beach. We could not eat, or sing or pray. We couldn’t even complain.
Let us not forget our sisters and brothers whose bodies are fully intact. Their veins move their blood beautifully and they move their bowels like there is no tomorrow, but, they cannot find their way to life. They cannot stay alive. They cannot connect, love others or themselves. They cannot eat or they eat more than their body can hold. They cannot feel or they feel so much they want to die.
Let us not forget our sisters and brothers who will never stand before You again because in one moment they chose to die.
We ask the Source of all Mystery, the Healer of Flesh, the Performer of all Wonders to watch over them in life and in death.
*Written after a fundraising walk to prevent suicide, surrounded by the grief of families who are survivors of a loved one who ended their life and by those struggling to stay alive.