It's a knock at the door.
It's an invitation in the mail,
a nudge: "Call me."
And when I do,
such sweet relief.
Not a burden, but a bequest:
A bouquet of forget-me-nots,
disguised as pain.
I thank You for keeping me mindful
of that which is greater than me.
You in my sufferings,
in my struggles,
in my sorrow,
raise me higher
with every ache.

- Lori Strawn