Saturday, 04 October 2008

• A Reflection upon Life's Uncertainty and God's Control

  This was a poem I had to write for my American Literature class. It's supposed to be in the style of Anne Bradstreet, who was a Puritan woman who lived in the 1600's and wrote amazing poetry. Anyway, that's why this poem has a long and specific title and it also accounts for the archaic language you'll find. The theme is such as it is because I'm saying it was written at a time closely following the burning and loss of her house and things. I dare say it's nothing close to her quality, but I thought you might enjoy reading it anyway.
  
  O who can say, and who can tell
  Just what this coming day will bring?
  For God might bless thee good and well
  But might come trials with a sting
  
  Thy day might end with happiness
  Or thou might find thyself bereft
  And in all kinds of sore distress
  Because thou hast but nothing left
  
  I know this all to be quite true
  It always hast been just this way
  ‘Twas something to be learned anew
  By me, and just the other day
  
  And knowing that I do not know
  The things that surely will take place
  Convinces me I must let go
  My God my worry will erase
  
  I know ‘tis He that always holds
  The days to come and times gone by
  And now no matter what unfolds
  His grace and goodness never die
  
  The future is unknown to me
  Fears will try to flood my soul
  But they can do no harm to me
  I know the Lord hath all control

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