Comfort

Wow, look at that! 2 posts within 7 days of each other.

Anyway, today in my poetry class, we were reading a poem by Robert Service, called Comfort. Before I comment on it, I'll let you read it:

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.

I think this poem is SO true! No matter what life throws at you, you've got God, and the world He created to live your life in. When you're poor in materialistic things, you are still rich in nature, and in the love of God.

Just wanted to share this with you guys, and hear your comments about it. So please do comment! Discuss! What do you think of this poem?