From the March 1996 Issue
Please, grant my visitors
tolerance for my confusion
forgiveness for my irrationality
and the strength
to walk with me into the mist of memory
my world has become.
Please help them take my hand
and stay awhile
even though I seem unaware
of their presence.
Help them to know how their strength
and loving care will drift softly
into the days to come
just when I need it most.
Let them know when I don't recognize
them, that I will, I will...
keep their hearts free of sorrow
for me--for my sorrow, when it comes
only lasts a moment--then it's gone.
And finally, Lord,
please let them know
how very much their visits mean,
how even through this relentless
mystery--I can feel their love.
- Author Unknown -