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 spilled at 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 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.

*I need to keep this prayer in my heart and mind daily-*