I have learnt to manage on whatever I have.
I know how to be poor and I know how to be rich.
Possessions are only a temporary salve.
Like us they all end up in a ditch.
But we don’t want to be poor.
Perhaps not rich but we want to have enough.
Our fear of poverty is a running sore.
We have no intention of sleeping rough.
Fate will be kind.
And fate will be unkind.
But we can develop a peaceful mind.
With the help of the one who is never blind.
I am listening to Latin plainchant from the Abbey.
Calming, mysterium fidei, creating in one’s mind a spiritual abbey.