It's glorious summer today.
I found this poem on the hospital wall:
Beatitudes for Friends of the Aged
Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and palsied hand.
Blessed are they who know that my ears today
Must strain to catch the things they say.
Blessed are they who seem to know
That my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.
Blessed are they who looked away
When coffee spilled at the table today.
Blessed are they with a cheery smile
Who stop to chat for a little while.
Blessed are they who never say,
"You've told that story twice today,"
Blessed are they who know the ways
To bring back memories of yesterdays.
Blessed are they who make it known
That I'm loved, respected and not alone.
Blessed are they who know I'm at a loss
To find the strength to carry the cross.
Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey home in loving ways.
Copyright 1960 by Esther Mary Walker
Catchecal Guild, St Paul, Minn
"Blessed are they who never gripe,
ReplyDeletewhen I ask them for some help to wipe." :D
By the way, I'm gonna try to gab with you at midnight tonight (your time).
ReplyDeletecool I wb there!
ReplyDeleteGleds,
ReplyDeleteYou are fast creating an interest in poetry where once I had none.
BTW, I posted a Monkees video montage for you on CCP. It is an example of how we assimilated the "British Invasion" of the sixties into the American Pop Culture—at least a post Ed Sullivan example.
Cheers, WS
Once I found a quote carved into a bathroom wall, next to the urinal, that read, "I lost the majority of my depressive apathy here."
ReplyDeleteI always had a fondness for that stall.
Nice!
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