Poem From An Old Notebook    (transcribed 11-17)

I sorted through old dreams the other day
Wishes I had laid away,
Wrapped in resignation, tied with prayer,
Put aside, though once they seemed so fair.
It's easier to see them now as past
Unmarked by how I held them fast
And fiercely tried to make them all come true
Their promise now I can subdue.
But you, oh God, you saw them too,
And what I could not know, you knew,
The grace or pain, my gain, or lack,
I learn anew to let them be
And yet once more leave them with thee.