Why?

God is a God of love,
But that doesn't mean he's easy to understand.
We don't know why He takes away
Those most precious to us
When it seems we need them most.
Why, when some sad old man coughs in pain through his later years,
Does God take our rosy, healthy child
Run over by a car.
But faith clings on
And knows our God is good.
He is greater than our reasoning
He knows the final good
Which will see us saying in amazement
"So that is why,
I could never have dreamed such a purpose could be
In my limited human thinking
God is good,
God is love.
I see it all now."
But we are still here in time
And must trust where we cannot see.
And the tears must flow
And the anguish tear our hearts,
As we struggle with the pain and loss
And slowly move from day to day
Uncertain how to face the grief,
Stepping forward into a different life,
Without the beloved one.

All is Well

Death is nothing at all.

I have only slipped away 

into the next room. 

I am I, and you are you. 

Whatever we were to each other, 

that we still are. 

Call me by my old familiar name, 

Speak to me in the easy way you always used. 

Put no difference in your tone, 

wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. 

Laugh as we always laughed 

at the little jokes we shared together. 

Let my name be ever 

the household word it always was. 

Let it be spoken without effort, 

without a trace of a shadow on it. 

Life means all that it ever meant, 

It is the same as it ever was. 

There is unbroken continuity. 

Why should I be out of mind 

because I am out of sight? 

I am but waiting for you for an interval, 

somewhere very near, just around a corner. 

All is well.