Another Jenny

Yesterday morning an old acquaintance of mine lost her fiance to suicide. Every time I hear about someone ending their own life, I am reminded of this poem.

Jenny

Our Father who art in heaven
Jenny walked in front of a train last night
Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come,
She was only thirty seven
Thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven
You knew what she was
going to do didn't you Lord?
Give us this day our daily bread,
She had no hope left
And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who
trespass against us
Jenny is forgiven, isn't she?
Lead us not into temptation
Lots of us are on the edge of darkness
And deliver us from evil,
The only strength we have is yours
For thine is the kingdom
And she's living there now
The power and the glory
She's yours Lord
For ever and ever,
Jenny
Amen.

I've only met Adrian Plass once, at a talk he gave at a local church, but differences in religion notwithstanding, he clearly has a fairly smart head screwed on to his shoulders. I hope he forgives me for ripping this poem out of Cabbages For The King and parading it on the blog.

Also, heartfelt thanks to Pause for rooting this out for me.