Weekly Sermon

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 was spilled at table today.

Blessed are they with a cheery smile

Who stopped to chat with me 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 my cross.

Blessed are they who ease the days

On my going home in loving ways.

– Esther Mary Walker