And I said
to the man who stood at the gate of the year: “Give me a light that I may tread
safely into the unknown.”
And he
replied:
“Go out
into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall be to you
better than light and safer than a known way.”
So I went
forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night. And He led me
towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.
So heart be
still:
What need
our little life
Our human
life to know,
If God hath
comprehension?
In all the dizzy
strife
Of things
both high and low,
God hideth
His intention.
God knows.
His will
Is best.
The stretch of years
Which wind
ahead, so dim
To our
imperfect vision,
Are clear
to God. Our fears
Are
premature; In Him,
All time
hath full provision.
Then rest:
until
God moves
to lift the veil
From our
impatient eyes,
When, as
the sweeter features
Of Life’s
stern face we hail,
Fair beyond
all surmise
God’s
thought around His creatures
Our mind
shall fill.
Minnie Louise Hoskins
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