Dear Maker of Meaning:
Thank you for knowing me so well.
Your gift to me comes with good counsel.
i could not have swallowed my pride
but for this mixed blessing.
It reminds me that i am
loved by you,
neither more nor less
than every snowflake that falls,
And that my brief descent
is but a dance that celebrates
its own frailty
and makes its own brief imprint
on the pavement of the Eternal.
i will meditate on You.
i will see the humility of the mixed blessing
as the greatest of Your many gifts to me,
and i will remember to thank you no less
for what you have taken from me
than for all you have bestowed.