Most Gracious ILites, I have now started to think deeply about what I should post in my regular bi-weekly threads. With the increasing membership I feel my responsibilities have also increased. When there is a likelihood that some of the world’s finest 2000 plus ladies reading my posts, I need to be extra careful. It is more a question of time, of all the ladies who will read my thread. Even if 500 ladies spend 10 minutes reading my post, 5000 minutes or some 83 hours are spent for me. Should it not be made valuable? And about the valuable cyberspace I am occupying in this wonderful site. Should I not justify it? With these anxieties weighing down my mind I examined my database of my and others writings I have gathered. Believe me ladies, my dilemma is similar to that of a woman having a large wardrobe wanting to choose a dress for a grand party. Only in my case the party is there twice a week on Wednesdays and Saturdays. And I will have the dilemma of choice twice a week. I know you are all exhausted by Warning Bells, Risk and Comparison. It’s time to pray. Or more aptly to listen to the wonderful prayer of an Unknown Confederate Soldier. The author of this beautiful prayer is unknown. He was probably so overwhelmed by his love towards God that he simply forgot to append his autograph on this great work. I read this poem more than 20 years ago. I was so impressed by this poem that I wrote one having the same core idea but expressed in my own words, far less profound than the original. You will be surprised to know that Indian Express in its Youth Section published this poem on 5th September, 1986. I posted my poem in this site; but at that time we were a small site of a few hundreds of people. I am giving the link to that poem here http://www.indusladies.com/forums/showthread.php?t=792 And now you have the original The Prayer of an Unknown Confederate Soldier I asked God for strength, that I might achieve; I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey. I asked for health, that I might do greater things; I was given infirmity that I might do better things. I asked for riches, that I might be happy; I was given poverty, that I might be wise. I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men; I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God. I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life; I was given life, that I might enjoy all things. I got nothing that I asked for-but everything I had hoped for. Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered. I among all men, am most richly blessed.