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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Assurances





I’m glad we cannot see
What the unknown holds in its flask
For every answer revealed
Would spawn more questions to ask

I’m glad we do not know
What is concealed ahead
For every joy that life bestows
Is buoyed by its dread

I’m glad nobody dangles
A life-joy-sorrow-graph
Before our eyes, or else I fear
We would forget to laugh

I’m glad we cannot pry
The unknown from Time’s sand
For then we could not focus
On the moment in our hand

I’m glad for blessed assurance
To calm, soothe and console
For it is God who holds the flask
And He is in control

© Janet Martin


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