THE BEATITUDES

(Of Friends of the Old)

Blessed are they who support my uncertain steps and my paralyzed hand.

Blessed are they who understand that my ears cannot quite catch what is said.

Blessed are they who see that my eyes are dim and my mind is weak.

Blessed are they who do not see when my coffee is spilt on the table.

Blessed are they who, with joyful smile, have time to chat for a while.

Blessed are they who are not always saying, “You’re telling me that for the twentieth time.”

Blessed are they who can tell me with kindness that I am loved, respected and not alone.

Blessed are they who can see that I am nearing the end of my strength to carry the cross.

Blessed are they who make life easier,

in our last journey by

THEIR LOVE