Sunday, February 3, 2013

Jan. 19

The illness of your child can make you old;
the death of your child can make God seem cold.

Is it hard to be tall and strong, young man,
when life is too hard a strain?
Do people assume you are what you seem
when your inner child weeps with the pain?

What we really are remains unknown.
What God intends is not clearly shown.
But there's a friend more close than a brother.

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