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Wish It Was True

By Wil C. Fry, 2016.11.10, 23:37

(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)


You speak of angels and heaven
How I wish that it was true
Can’t bring myself to believe it
Yet I desire it for you

If there’s a God who is loving
Who watches what we say and do
A God who won’t judge our weakness
Who holds us and helps us through

I wish for its blanket of comfort
To shroud your aching soul
For its ancient and awesome wisdom
To bring you back to whole




In the midst of swirling emotions related to the presidential election and other matters, I learned that a lifelong friend lost her 20-year-old son to suicide. My heart ached for her. Everyone else easily responded that they were praying, but I could not. I could only say I loved her, that I wished I wasn’t so far away, that she could count on my support. It felt so empty compared to the “power from heaven” that others were calling down on her behalf. I wished that I believed. For a moment, I wished that it was all real, that magical invisible spirits could give her something tangible — comfort and solace in her darkest hour.




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