Poem?

On top of all the political, economic, and civic stuff that has been swirling around my head, I wrote a poem about what also has been going on in my head.  I met a woman at the church we visited last Sunday and her name is Ann.  We just very randomly approached one another, and I asked her whether she worked outside the home or worked in the home, she replied she was a "writer."  Well, I just got so excited!  She writes poetry, is working on her memoires, and has been an editor of a newspaper.  She has already inspired me to write another poem.  Thank you Ann.  

Asking for what I thought was a stone, I was given bread.

Asking for peace, I was given strife.

Asking for joy, I was given sorrow.

Asking for love, I was given only mercy.

In mercy I found the Bread of Life.

In sorrow I found the joy beyond circumstances.

In strife, I found peace with God alone.

I asked for a stone which I thought was bread, peace, joy, and love, 

and in the asking, found abundant life.