One day in March, my little girl and I had lunch together. <br />We looked outside, across the lawn, and talked about the weather. <br />The wind was strong; the cedar trees were in its billows dancing. <br />The clouds were moving swiftly by; the scene was quite entrancing. <br /> <br /> <br />'Look, daddy, 'Maureen said to me, 'how hard the wind is blowing! <br />I betcha on a colder day, that blowing would be snowing! <br />And what is it keeps yonder rocks from leaving where they're staying, <br />While, overhead, those cedar trees are back-and-forward swaying? ' <br /> <br /> <br />'It's gravity, 'I said, a force by which our God is proving <br />That He can make those rocks stay put, while flimsy things are moving.' <br />We also spoke of nature: how it helps God keeping order. <br />Then I could see impressions being made upon my daughter. <br /> <br /> <br />We even spoke of when our God receives us into heaven. <br />I told her she would understand that more at age of seven. <br />She squinted up where clouds, and sky, and shapes were interchanging.... <br />I wondered in what areas her 'childish' mind was ranging. <br /> <br /> <br />'Those holes up in the sky', she said, 'I hope have bottoms to them. <br />How else would God be able to keep us from falling through them? ' <br />'Our God, ' I said, 'has loving hands; he'd hold us very gently; <br />He wouldn't let us fall at all.' She looked at me intently. <br /> <br /> <br />Then, I could tell, her 'growing' mind had something in it brewing. <br />She thought.... and smiled.... <br />And reconciled: <br />'Well, He know what He doing! ' <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(I had this conversation in 1959 with my pre-school <br />daughter, Maureen, who was almost six at the time. <br />The poem was written a few years later, <br />January 1965, in Vienna, Virginia.)<br /><br />Frank V. Gardner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-knows-what-he-s-doing/
