Weather

“for the good of all” we say in faith

the love of our fellows we don’t despair

we think of the healing: the little waif,

the infirmed, the poor, we mean to care

these are the tributes to all mankind

we forgive the cruel, the thoughtless man

so much need, we cannot heal the blind

in spirit, the physically blind we can,

and yet there is hunger and so much loss

to Nature’s anger as she mimics our own

we share what we have, at so much cost

but we give, we give, so we’re not alone

raise your cup, my friend, we, all together

can pray the vanquishing of all ill weather