Sometime

This Tempo Tuesday I’d like to introduce you to the poem “Sometime” by May Riley Smith.  We may not understand why things happen in our lives.  We may ask, “Why, God?” Or, we may finally say, “I get it now.” Then again, we may only come to know the reason why sometime when the sun forevermore has set.  We must have faith that God’s plan is what is best. 

Peace to all of you – may we all find peace in knowing that the Father loves us. 

    

Sometime
May Riley Smith

SOMETIME, when all life’s lessons have been learned,

  And sun and stars forevermore have set,

The things which our weak judgments here have spurned,

  The things o’er which we grieved with lashes wet,

Will flash before us, out of life’s dark night,

  As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue;

And we shall see how all God’s plans are right,

  And how what seems reproof was love most true.

 

And we shall see how, while we frown and sigh,

  God’s plans go on as best for you and me;

How, when we called, he heeded not our cry,

  Because his wisdom to the end could see.

And e’en as prudent parents disallow

  Too much of sweet to craving babyhood,

So God, perhaps, is keeping from us now

  Life’s sweetest things, because it seemeth good.

 

And if sometimes, commingled with life’s wine,

  We find the wormwood, and rebel and shrink,

Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine

  Pours out this potion for our lips to drink.

And if some friend we love is lying low,

  Where human kisses cannot reach his face,

Oh, do not blame the loving Father so,

  But wear your sorrow with obedient grace!

 

And you shall shortly know that lengthened breath

  Is not the sweetest gift God sends his friend,

And that, sometimes, the sable pall of death

  Conceals the fairest bloom his love can send.

If we could push ajar the gates of life,

  And stand within, and all God’s workings see,

We could interpret all this doubt and strife,

  And for each mystery could find a key.

 

But not today. Then be content, poor heart!

  God’s plans like lilies pure and white unfold.

We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart,

  Time will reveal the chalices of gold.

And if, through patient toil, we reach the land

  Where tired feet, with sandals loosed, may rest,

When we shall clearly know and understand,

  I think that we will say, “God knew the best!”

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