To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
God's meekest angel gently comes:
No power has he to banish pain,
Or give us back our lost again;
And yet in tenderest love our dear and
Heavenly Father sends him here.
There's quiet in that angel's glance,
There's rest in his still countenance!
He mocks no grief with idle cheer,
Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear;
But ills and woes he may not cure
He kindly trains us to endure.
Angel of Patience! Sent to calm
Our feverish brows with cooling palm;
To lay the storms of hope and fear,
And reconcile life's smile and tear;
The throbs of wounded pride to still,
And make our own our Father's will!
Oh thou that mournest on thy way,
With longings for the close of day;
He walks with thee, that Angel kind,
And gently whispers, "Be resigned:
Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell
The dear Lord ordereth all things well!"
-John Greenleaf Whittier
This poem speaks to me like no other that I have ever read. Its eloquence is not lacking in any respect. And I--I struggle to be patient, to temper my longings, fears, frustrations with pure, simple peace. I truly want to "be resigned" and "make (my) own our Father's will". What could be more beautiful than to live in such tranquility and patience!
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(excited)I'm the first to comment! Actually, I can completely see why that poem is so significant to you. I'll have to read it again, though, to get a better understanding.
Every time I read it, I love it more. Temperence--that is what I need! Of the heart, emotions, attitudes. Sweet and calm and gentle.
Thanks for the explanation of your blog name, I had at first thought it was a wee bit presumptuous to consider yourself an angel ;)
When my parents were moving across Canada they stayed in one home with a friend of my dad. My mom said that there was such a sense of peace in the home no matter what happened it was just overriding and overpowering. That has always been her goal for our home since then.
Now me gots it! Beautiful Poem BTW.
Thanks Joshua, I'm glad you've aquitted me of the charge of super-human loftiness. =) To be honest, I see that peace you talked about in your home. Every time I talk to any one of your family members, but especially your mom. God bless you!
Nicky--I'm so glad that this post has hit its mark. People are digging the big picture of what I'm trying to bring across in my own humble way! Very charming simile you used to describe my blog--thank you.
You know I can get bored with poetry sometimes, but this is one I like! I think you have read it to me before but sometimes I read better than I listen! ;)
"To lay the storms of hope and fear,
And reconcile life's smile and tear;
The throbs of wounded pride to still,
And make our own our Father's will!"
I love it! Thanks for explaining. I was always a bit confused.
Touching,
Extremely touching..
I totally understand why this poem appealed to you that much..
Thanks a lot for posting it.
Keep in Touch..
Beautiful poem Beka! I think I read it once before...or maybe it was another one of his really good ones. Anyhow, I love it!
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