I reckon when the world we leave <br />And cease to smile and cease to grieve, <br />When each of us shall quit the strife <br />And drop the working tools of life, <br />Somewhere, somehow, we'll come to find <br />Just what our Maker had in mind. <br /> <br />Perhaps through clearer eyes than these <br />We'll read life's hidden mysteries, <br />And learn the reason for our tears- <br />Why sometimes came unhappy years, <br />And why our dearest joys were brief <br />And bound so closely unto grief. <br /> <br />There is so much beyond our scope, <br />As blindly on through life we grope, <br />So much we cannot understand, <br />However wisely we have planned, <br />That all who walk this earth about <br />Are constantly beset by doubt. <br /> <br />No one of us can truly say <br />Why loved ones must be called away, <br />Why hearts are hurt, or e'en explain <br />Why some must suffer years of pain; <br />Yet some day all of us shall know <br />The reason why these things are so. <br /> <br />I reckon in the years to come, <br />When these poor lips of clay are dumb, <br />And these poor hands have ceased to toil, <br />Somewhere upon a fairer soil <br />God shall to all of us make clear <br />The purpose of our trials here.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-we-understand-the-plan/
