OVER SOON

Is life a mere eternal wait?

Does bitter color each one’s fate?

Is optimism kept in vain

        by him who hopes to transcend pain?

Should I often cry out to Heaven . . .

        lay down my yoke . . . my long kept shame?

Does He who keeps His footstool here

        bestow a mere glance as we fear?

But am I not an heir of His?

Can I not claim a life of bliss?

. . . And why, instead, a thorn in the flesh?

Is this what’s meant by being blest?

Oh, hush, my troubled soul . . . be still;

Inquire no more . . . hush, feel your seal;

Just yield up to Him . . . near is the hour;

Soon all your trials will be over.

“For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.” – 2 Corinthians 4: 17

philip briana

December 13, 1991