Comfort

Say! You've struck a heap of trouble --
Bust in business, lost your wife;
No one cares a cent about you,
You don't care a cent for life;
Hard luck has of hope bereft you,
Health is failing, wish you'd die --
Why, you've still the sunshine left you
And the big, blue sky.

Sky so blue it makes you wonder
If it's heaven shining through;
Earth so smiling 'way out yonder,
Sun so bright it dazzles you;
Birds a-singing, flowers a-flinging
All their fragrance on the breeze;
Dancing shadows, green, still meadows --
Don't you mope, you've still got these.

These, and none can take them from you;
These, and none can weigh their worth.
What! you're tired and broke and beaten? --
Why, you're rich -- you've got the earth!
Yes, if you're a tramp in tatters,
While the blue sky bends above
You've got nearly all that matters --
You've got God, and God is love.

by Robert William Service

Comments (26)

Beautiful poem indeed, conveying deep truth.
Beautiful poem indeed. Am looking forward to being insulted by Kevin Straw: -)
There are nine fools on this page alone who have no idea how to interpret a poem.
Is there a more foolish poem than this! Every policeman dealing with a suicide is told to point out the blue sky and that God is love. If I were in the desperate state of this man, and Service came to me with this nonsense, I would be perfectly in my right to knock him on the head and steal his purse. People in despair need real help not daft anodyne wishy-washy sentiments. The Good Samaritan gave real practical help to the mugging victim in the parable.
We can always rejoice in God's glory.
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