Over the weekend, my Mother made an attempt to sort through some of the odd bits and pieces and stacks of paper that I had left behind in the house. In fact I am still trying to do that myself over here, as I cannot help but hoard papers as I seem to collect them every where I go. Whenever I do a spring clean and get the rubbish bag handy, it takes me a long time to get through the mess. The reason is that I stop to read through everything. Well, it really can’t be helped, because how else am I supposed to be able to distinguish between what is rubbish and what needs to be kept. Before my Mother had finished sorting through my papers, she came across a piece of paper that had the following poem written on it. It did not have the name of who wrote it, and I cannot remember myself where I got it from. But if I remember correctly, I think I wrote it down from one of the posters I saw at the house of one of my Mother’s friends, I do not remember which one though.
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.