since my teen letter-writing years.
I want also to read, but of the writing of books there is no end.
But I have read all my life and time is fast flying, passing me by more rapidly than ever before.
It is passing fast and there are activities to which I must attend as I find my way into the new life I now have
... after seventy years of two walking as one.
Now that she has taken her long flight to her eternal home,
I must do which is most natural to me … and that is write.
But tonight I'm satisfied to ponder Ella Wheeler Wilcox's
well known verse, "I Will Not Doubt".
so beautifully crafted. What is right for me today, is write where I am at this moment in time and
this is what she concludes:
“I Will Not Doubt:”
Though all my ships at sea come drifting home with broken masts and sails
I shall believe the Hand which never fails
From seeming evil worketh good to me.
And though I weep because those sails are battered,
Still will I cry when, my best hopes lie shattered,
“I trust in Thee”.
I shall believe it is an all-wise Love which has refused those things for which I yearn.
And though at times I cannot keep from breathing
Yet the pure ardor of my fixed believing,
Undimmed shall burn.
I will not doubt
Though sorrows fall like rain and troubles swarm like bees about a hive
I shall believe that the heights for which I strive are only reached by anguish and by pain
And though I groan and tremble with my crosses I yet shall see through my severest losses
The greater gain.