We often cannot Understand
The Ways of Life and Death,
And therefore, in our Human-ness
We Fuss and Fume and Fret,
We try to Pierce the Dark Unknown
With eyes that cannot see;
And strive to push aside the Veil
To glimpse Eternity,
We cannot wait with patient Hope
For God's Revealing Plan,
But rush so fast we fail to Grasp
His Outstretched Hand,
We search for Truth and grasp for Light
And cry "Where art thou, Lord?"
While Time prepares us, Step by Step,
For Life's Sweet Reward.
From my Cousin Betty's Diary, 1972
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