Have you raised a child?
You have given her everything you have
but she would say that she has not received anything.
Have you planted a tree?
You have labored in the garden all year
but it has not grown an inch
Have you written a poem?
You have spent years and years
but your note is still staring at you with white face
Do not give up prayer yet, my dear!
We have harvested not any fruit
but surely we do have the sheer joy of finding fellow sinners!