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On the Brink of Eternity

On the brink of eternity,
I pause and look behind —
The people known,
The work grindstones,
The things I owned —
What do they mean?

For nothing lasts,
And all must change,
And jumbled thoughts,
All disarranged —
Assail me.

Those people I looked up to
Seem to grow so small;
I don’t know them at all.

I cannot tell what God is doing —
What purpose does He have?

So many years ago,
All seemed bright and full of promise,
But gradually, the light did dim,
And now the world seems grim.

I cannot tell what God is doing,
But surely He lives —
As He slowly writes my story.

Before I Knew

Before I knew You loved me
Life was a desperate chore
A crashing bore
A quest for more

Before I knew You cared
Life was painful torture
A dissonant overture
A misplaced embouchure

Before I knew Your plan for me
(Or at least that there was one)
Life was confusion
A strong delusion
An ugly contusion

And then I knew —
And all was bright
And all was light
If only for a while

Now I go about in the dark
Working out Your plan
As best I can

Light so Bright that It’s Dark

(I believe the phrase
“Light so bright that it’s dark”
is an idea from St. John of the Cross.
We must have faith that all will be well.)
 

Don’t know why I continue existing –
So much is so incomprehensible.
Can’t seem to see my purpose –

Nothing I see ever sensible.

 Perhaps I’ll only learn
My reason for being on earth
If I should enter heaven –

Then light will shine on my birth.

My childhood seems so alien —
Can’t really believe that was me.
Why was I born in that time, that place?

Where was the shining sunbeam?

Why have I floundered through densest fog?
Why merely muddled along?
Why did I amble so aimlessly?

That solitary sojourn so long?

So much is so incomprehensible —
No clarity of sight.
But maybe,
God wants me to trust Him –
Through light so bright that it’s dark.

Glory-Day Girl

Blackberries bursting
On briarly bushes.
The sun beams so bright,
Her eyelids it pushes.

The bees they are buzzing,
The butterflies bright,
The flowers are splashing —
A glorious sight.

Picturesque painting,
The colors of nature.
She laughs and she dances;
The glory-day makes her.

A song she is singing,
Her soul it takes flight.
When sunshine is happy,
She laughs in delight.

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