I was particularly impressed by the poem that
the Queen Mother – who had a wonderful Christian faith – chose for her funeral
I said to the man
who stood at the gate of the year.
“Give me a light that I may tread safely
into the unknown.”
And he replied:
“Go out into the darkness
and put your hand into the hand of God.
That shall be to you
better than light
and safer than a known way”
So I went forth
and finding the Hand of God
trod gladly into the night.