An elderly relative, someone quite close to me, is dying at the present time. As I search about for comforting prayers, I came across the poem below. I have a feeling that it could be as valuable to others as I feel it is to me.
Sayings of The Buddha
I am of the nature to grow old.
There is no way to escape growing old.
I am of the nature to have ill-health.
There is no way to escape having ill-health.
I am of the nature to die.
There is no way to escape death.
All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature to change.
There is no way to escape being separated from them.
My actions are my only true belongings.
I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.
My actions are the ground on which I stand.