Something that's been given to me a few times.

Beatitudes For The Agedby Ester Mary Walker

Blessed are they
Who understand
My faltering step
And palsied hand.

Blessed are they
Who know today
My ears must strain
To catch what they say.

Blessed are they
Who seem to know
My eyes are dim
and my wits are slow.

Blessed are they
That 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 me 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.