This bitter grief, and that the years will bring
Forgetfulness and peace, that some tomorrow
Will hold no memory of my suffering.
And I believe that there will be a blurring
Of the jagged edges of the wounds I bear,
And in my heart again will be the stirring
Of laughter that has long been absent there.
I know all this, yet still cannot remember;
I cannot see beyond this wall of tears.
Yet as the falling ashes cool an ember,
So will my heart find comfort through the years.
I know--but God, dear God, my need is great!
Give me the inner strength this day to wait.”
- Grace Noll Crowell