God's compensations

If all my days were summer, how could I know

What my Lord means by His, "whiter than the snow"?

If all my days were sunny, could I say

In his fair land He wipes all tears away?

If I were never weary, could I keep

Close to my heart, "He gives His loved ones sleep"?

Were no graves mine, might I not come to deem

The life eternal but a baseless dream?

My winter and my tears and weariness,

Even my graves may be His way to bless.

I call them ills, yet that can surely be

Nothing but love that shows my Lord to me.

knowing

I feel the wind of change blow through me as if I was not there,
watching the sun set from behind through deep set eyes
wishing for a better point of view.
To question things that have no answer
to feel the melancholy of the long dark night
where hope is just rationality that brings no comfort to my soul.
Who am I to feel this way?
What is my place and what is my name?

There is only one who knows and sees what cannot be seen,
whose breath itself is behind the wind.
He who flung the sun and stars into space
and gave them names that no one knows.
There is a light that penetrates the darkest day
with a question that needs no answer
where a song beyond explanation soothes a troubled mind
Who am I that he should notice?
who whispers quietly my name and guides me to where I am to be.

homesick

"For men are homesick in their homes,
and strangers under the sun...
but our homes are under miraculous skies
where the Yule tale was begun."

G.K.Chesterton