What poem can suffice now
Seeing again early in this millennium that the world is cruel
Unexpectedly, out of the blue
Taking away what God gives
He will return everything in kind
Reversing the sorrows endlessly
Of this we have guarantees
The guarantee of His goodness
Of His witnessing omniscience whispering
Of His seeing and wounded Eye
Whatever sorrowful surprise
History has up its bitter sleeve
He has more and honey endowed
Softer than falling snow
More adamant than stone.
His enduring Love is.
mary angela douglas 29 december 2023
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