Another poem today. I think it is pertinent to our current times but applicable to life in general at any time.
Providence a poem by Estelle D.© 2020.
Don't try to make any sense of life,
For life will make no sense,
It is not for man to understand,
The where, the why-fore or the whence.
Why so many live in need,
While their leaders are consumed by greed,
Why the good die young,
And real heroes remain unsung.
Why the race goes not to the swift,
Nor the battle to the strong,
Why men seldom use their gift,
And delight in doing wrong.
Why the wicked seem to prosper,
Why good deeds we do not foster,
Why the wise are considered weak,
And in their place the foolish speak.
Why we suffer tragedy and pain,
And find it hard to see the gain,
That man cannot master his own ways,
And does not know the number of his days.
For the clay does not the potter tell,
How it will be shaped,
Nor the tree, the wind,
Which way it should blow.
When by life's mysteries, we are draped,
When by life's circumstances,
We are shaped,
Our task is but to grow.
And we will make no sense of life,
And life will make no sense,
Lest we some faith show,
In Divine Providence.
Post Script: I feel I need to add another couple of thoughts to this post. Firstly, God is God and He hates evil, regardless of where it is found; in the Church, in government, in business and in homes; God does not bless evil. Conversely, He loves a heart which has turned, is turning towards Him and He is able to bless those people, regardless of their circumstances. There is a lot about our sojourn here that we do not know or understand but we can know these two things:
(1) As far as it depends on us we are to live in peace with all men (Rom 12:18)
(2) We are God’s workmanship created in Christ Jesus to do goods works (Eph 2:10)
Way leads onto Way 