I called to say hello to the one who bore me. When I heard her voice, I knew the night had been long. "My arm aches so badly." Tell me about it, I replied (didn't I learn to say those words from her?). She talked; I listened. She had a plan; an appointment to take care of herself. I wanted to come quickly. The snow said, 'no way.' In the car were containers of soup, lovingly prepared for the one who fed me for many years. I could not get there. Later we spoke. The doctor gave help and hope. Her voice had a lilt. "Bring the soup another day. I am fine now."
Pain so strong
So did help and hope
"...Weeping may remain for a night; but rejoicing comes in the morning." Psalm 30:5