One does not always know what the right thing to do is. One cannot always know. So, one prays. Inarticulate, all I can say, as I weep, is please. Please, God, please help him. Keep him. Forgive me if I was wrong.
Lord, I walk, stumbling. I say I know more of the future, but I could not tell that it would rain. I say I want to live in love, but I cannot tell whether it’s loving to love, whether this or that would have been love.
God forgive me in my ignorance and frail reasoning. Redeem my act.
Tale Told 