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.