For Paula, for endless kindness
You will ask, or be asked someday
What good have you done?
What purpose, in this shifting world
What weight did you place upon the scales ?
You cannot answer for yourself
You'll never guess the moments
Only others can tell the tale
Of acts and omissions filed in your name
But like golden coins they'll pile;
Solid, worthy, generous, tangible,
Each one with a testament affixed
And each of these will start with this
By your presence - three glorious words.
By your presence, we were comforted
By your presence, we were fed
And burdens lifted, hard times eased
By your presence - tangled threads unbound,
Problems solved and time reclaimed
Tea and biscuits, time and thought
And always laughter, always some moments joy.
There will be volumes written and declared.
Each one of a kindness kindly given
Each one shining in the deepening dark
A line of light to lead you home.
You, you wear this lightly as you go
But by your presence are you known