Beatitudes for Friends of the Elderly
Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and shaky 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 reactions slow.
Blessed are they who look away
When coffee spilled at the table today.
Blessed are they with a cheery smile
Who stopped 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 yesterday.
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.
Esther Mary Walker
Beatitudes for Friends of the Elderly