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In uncertain times when nature itself seems to conspire against the greater good of the greatest number, I was reminded of and comforted by this old poem of mine, and would like to share it with all of you.
I may have posted it before but I can't find it in my OS archives so here goes...
c.2010 Fred Hallman
Oh, my soul be still, be calm.
Assured that better hands have never guided ships, nor set a course, than those that steer your life's progress.
That those in fact, those self-same hands, have guided myriad stars to some unknown 'stination, port-of-call; invis'ble strings are holding firm - the all!
So why then your distress, your pain?
Why don't you laugh and shout to bring the rafters down?
You've much to live for after all!
Events are not so harsh that you should wring your hands, hang your head, roll over dead.
Your life's begun anew, so why then aren't you confident and sure; that One who's given so much, even now is only dying-trying,