I wish I was ignorant. Then I wouldn't know my mother's love for her children. Her yearning heart for her grandchildren's laughter. And her growing pain that separates them.
I wish I was ignorant. Then I couldn't see my own inadequacy. My futile struggle to make things right. And my guilt that gnaws at me.
But I am not ignorant and I thank God for that. For I know I am just a mere mortal with earthly strengths and flaws. That I have my loved ones in mind when I pray.
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