PSALM OF CLOUDS
- The elderly person was dying, a wonderful life:
always full of gratitude, a lovely lady,
- confined to lie in bed by one high window:
"So long as I can see the clouds," she said with a grin,
- "for they are always changing, shapes I recognise:
a cat or someone’s face, surprising and fresh,
- a cloud in a wide blue sky like a humpback whale:
or reclining Mr Punch, making me smile."
- Help me, God, to live so positively:
let cheerfulness keep breaking in day after day,
- for there is no need to fear whatever comes:
the everlasting arms are underneath.
A real lady, in a Methodist home; Tony Bennís diaries (Free at Last). G K Chesterton "tried so hard to be a philosopher, but cheerfulness kept breaking in. Deut.33.27 everlasting arms.