You make me feel like I matter.

It was Mother’s Day, but this Mother would receive no hug or kiss, not even a thank you from Heaven. Then the Lord spoke to me and in a beauty and depth only God could inspire, I began to write this poem. It speaks of the meaning and purpose of a life that seems to defy those very words. It doesn’t answer every question but provokes thoughts and ideas that bring wonder and amazement. Every word of this poem is true and actually happened.

Why is it that all of God’s havoc is borne by good people?