I said to the man

I said to the man
Who stood at the gate of the
Year, ‘Give me a light that I
May tread safely into the
Unknown.’ And he replied,
‘Go out into the darkness and
Put your hand into the hand
Of God. That shall be to
You better than light and
Safer than a known way!’ So
I went forth and finding the
Hand of God, trod gladly into
The night. And He led me
Towards the hills and the
Breaking of the day in the lone
East.

So heart be still:
What need our little life
Our human life to know,
If God hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife
Of things both high and low,
God hideth His intention.
God knows, His will is best.
The stretch of years which
Wind ahead, so dim to our
Imperfect vision, are clear
To God. Our fears are
Premature: In Him all time
Hath full provision.

Then rest; until God moves
To lift the veil from our
Impatient eyes, when, as
The sweeter features of
Life’s stern face we hail,
Fair beyond all surmise
God’s thought around His
Creatures our mind shall fill.