I
O Lord, make haste to help me.
— Psalm 40
O Lord, make no tarrying.
— Psalm 70
The Lord killeth,
and maketh alive:
He bringeth low,
and lifteth up.
— 1 Samuel 2
II
The God who slew me in the Autumn's Shore
Awoke me in the Spring to slay once more
But knowing I slew others in my Turn
Has made my Going somewhat less the sore.
A Daughter — once an unassuming Child
I gave her, unawares, the robe of Guile
O God, guide to a better, weary Age,
And slowly change our Hearts to match our Smile.
You cannot cease from speaking to a Friend
For Silence speaks above what you pretend;
So cease! Or try — you only cry to all
That in your Eyes his Life is at an End.
III
He hath made
every thing
beautiful in His time
…also,
He set the world in each heart
So that none can find out the work
That God maketh
from the beginning to the end.
I know that,
whatsoever God does,
it shall be forever —
nothing can be added to it,
nor any thing taken away — and God does it
that men should fear before him.
— Ecclesiastes 3
