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The Gate of the Year

And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year: “Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”

And he replied: “Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”

So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night. And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.

So heart be still: 
What need our little life 
Our human life to know, 
If God hath comprehension? 
In all the dizzy strife 
Of things both high and low, 
God hideth His intention.

God knows. His will
Is best. The stretch of years 
Which wind ahead, so dim 
To our imperfect vision, 
Are clear to God. Our fears 
Are premature; In Him, 
All time hath full provision.

Then rest: until 
God moves to lift the veil
From our impatient eyes,
When, as the sweeter features
Of Life’s stern face we hail,
Fair beyond all surmise
God’s thought around His creatures 
Our mind shall fill.

-- Minnie Louise Haskins

(Inspired by the Facebook page of the Religious Society of Friends in Britain.)

1 comment:

Alice Y. said...

I love this. There used to be a calligraphed version at the bottom of the West stairs at Woodbrooke Quaker Study Centre, and I went there sometimes at new year, so it had particular meaning to be reminded of it.