GOD'S HANDWRITING

He writes in characters too grand

For our short sight to understand;

We catch but broken strokes, and try

To fathom all the mystery

Of withered hopes, of death, of life,

The endless war, the useless strife,-

But there, with larger, clearer sight,

We shall see this - His way was right.

John Oxenham, 1913

This speaks volumes to what my family has been going through lately. More to come on that later...