"I asked God for strength that I might achieve. I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey. I asked for health that I might do greater things. I was given infirmity that I might do better things. I asked for riches that I might be happy. I was given poverty that I might be wise. I asked for power that I might have the praise of men. I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God. I asked for all things that I might enjoy life. I was given life that I might enjoy all things. I got nothing that I asked for, but everything I hoped for. Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered. I am, among all men, most richly blessed."
i found this poem on an old folded piece of paper. my oldest sister, a carmelite nun in south dakota, sent it to me a long while ago- perhaps when it didn't hold as much meaning for me. i read it during my last hours of labor. it was nice to feel her so close when she is so far away.