   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. Amen. - Author Unknown -     |