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