My friend, Alfred Morgan, passed. He was buried at Fort Custard in the Military cemetery with all honors. It was beautiful. Everyone showed up and said nice things. This is one of the poems I collected. I first read this when I was in the hospital having my appendix removed 15 years ago. It keeps popping up. Moreover than not it always seems to express how I feel at the moment, and I always find comfort and answers in it.
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I asked God for all things, that I might enjoy life;
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I asked for strength, that I might achieve;
I was made weak, that I might learn to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy;
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men;
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I got nothing that I asked for but everything that I had hoped for,
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am among all men most richly blessed