What is to Come
That what has been was good—was good to show,
Better to hide, and best of all to bear.
We are the masters of the days that were:
We have lived, we have loved, we have suffered . . . even so.
Shall we not take the ebb who had the flow?
Life was our friend. Now, if it be our foe—
Dear, though it spoil and break us!—need we care
What is to come?
Let the great winds their worst and wildest blow,
Or the gold weather round us mellow slow:
We have fulfilled ourselves, and we can dare
And we can conquer, though we may not share
In the rich quiet of the afterglow
What is to come.
The LORD is my shepherd;
there is nothing I lack.
In green pastures he makes me lie down;
to still waters he leads me;
he restores my soul.
He guides me along right paths
for the sake of his name.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff comfort me.
You set a table before me
in front of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows
6Indeed, goodness and mercy will pursue me
all the days of my life;
I will dwell in the house of the LORD
for endless days.
In the hour of adversity be not without hope, for crystal rain falls from black clouds. ~ Nizami
Book of Wise Sayings
W. A. Clouston
IF ALL THE SKIES
by Henry Van Dyke
If all the skies were sunshine, Our faces would be fainTo feel once more upon them The cooling plash of rain.
If all the world were music, Our hearts would often longFor one sweet strain of silence. To break the endless song.
If life were always merry, Our souls would seek relief,And rest from weary laughter In the quiet arms of grief.