His Way Was Right

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Grammy's days are few. We're heading back to Morgantown on Thursday to be with her, and only God knows how long we'll have until the busyness of death will begin. At this point, hospice and her doctors give her less than a week.

I found this poem a moment ago as I was sorting through old pictures. It had special significance tonight.

He writes in characters too grand
For our short sight to understand;
We catch but broken strokes, and try
To fathom all the mystery
Of withered hopes, of death, of life,
The endless war, the useless strife --
But there, with larger, clearer sight,
We shall see this --
His way was right.
His way was right.

{John Oxenham}


4 comments:

katygirl said...

i am praying for you.

Amanda said...

Praying for you. So sorry!

Ashley said...

Thinking of you, dear. Call if you want to talk.

kels said...

I can't tell you how much I remember and LOVE <3 this photo...

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