Poem or Prayer

As a few people here know I lost my son this past May and am trying to deal with his lost and move on the best I can.
Just wanted to share an email I wrote back in July and sent to some folks that are a big part of my recovery network.
God Bless
Ken L YBIR

July 23rd 2014
I emailed a lady today that I had met at one of the GA meetings I attend once in awhile just checking in with her to see how her recovery is going. She said things were going well and she shared this poem/prayer her sister gave her years ago.Even though I was/am a little pissed at the God of My Understanding that He took my son, something my wife said helped me except his lost a little better. She said God looked down on our son Kyle and said you have suffered enough pain and misery on earth my son so please come and rest with me. I still have my moments of anger and pain but am coming to understand that my life as I once knew it will never be the same but I need to move forward and feed off the strength and love of my family grand babies and friends.

THE DIFFERENCE

I got up early one morning

and rushed right into the day

I had so much to accomplish

that I didn’t have time to pray.

Problems just tumbled about me

and heavier came eash task

“Why doesn’t Gold Help me ?¨” I wondered

He said, “But you didn’t ask”.

I wanted to see joy and beauty

but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;

I wondered why God didn’t show me

He said, “But you didn’t seek”

I tried to come into God’s presence;

I used all my keys at the lock

God gently and lovingly chided

“My Child, you didn’t knock”.

I woke up early this morning

and paused before entering the day.

I had so much to accomplish

that I had to take time to pray.

Author unknown..