The Mystery of Life

prayingman300pxI love this poem by Helen Steiner Rice as it reflects so much of what I feel on some days.  Knowing that the “great giver of life” is holding my hand is such a comfort to me.  

We walk in a world that is strange and unknown, and in the midst of the crowd we still feel alone,

We question our purpose, our part and our place in this vast land of mystery suspended in space

We probe and explore and try hard to explain the tumult of thoughts that our minds entertain.

But all of our probings and complex explanations, of man’s inner feelings and fears and frustrations

Still leave us engulfed in the “mystery of life” with all of its struggles and suffering and strife,

Unable to fathom what tomorrow will bring- but there is one truth to which we can cling.

For while life’s a mystery we can’t understand, the “great giver of life” is holding our hand

And safe in His care there is no need for seeing, For “in Him we live and move and have our being.”

~Helen Steiner Rice




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