It’s hard to embrace a heartache

When I know it’s an answer to prayer.

Complaints cannot be justified

When the outcome is more than fair.

When what scares, saddens and pains me

Is the result of my own request,

There is no place or cause for protest,

And no need to express regrets.

I believe I am loved and cherished

Even though you have let me go.

You only reach out with riddles now.

Perhaps to soften the blow.

You can gaze at me, puzzled and curious,

While I smile, ‘cause I know the plan.

I’ve surrendered to the inevitable.

I’ve already opened my hands.