Companionless, a grief that none can share, The sudden recognition of the vast Alone in which my spirit now is cast, No map to guide my solitary course And heavy hangs the night in sorrow's air.
Useless reason has no power here All argument is stifled by a pain That surfaces and then subsides again In moments when I open to the Force And understand that She whom I revere
Holds past and future in Her careful hands, No tragedy we face has not foreseen, Allowed, and reckons not what might have been But moves us ever closer to the day Of God revealed who thwarts our well-laid plans
That soul rise up within this breathing frame And man the hidden Godhead manifest. Through the heart's grief and loss still are we blessed, Death and birth, all here is His play, God found within our purpose and our aim.
Poems Undated (1727)
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