Never in this lifetime can we know
why, with undeserved and vengeful blow,
grief will choose its victims from the good
passing over evil where it stood.
Justice in accordance with His plans
ultimately rests in God’s own hands,
but when storms of life will not divert
He is waiting there to ease the hurt.
When the darkness creeps into your mind,
gentle soul, may you unceasing find
stamina without and peace within;
comfort in the presence of a Friend.
Mary Boren, 1999
My arms are reaching out; my eyes are wet.
If I but had a repertoire replete
with healing words of comfort, could I meet
your loss and cancel out the heavy debt
of anguish? From the chasm of regret,
my heart goes rushing out on stumbling feet
to offer something tangible and sweet.
I can’t. I haven’t walked that valley yet.
But there is One who’s equal to the task.
He knows each upturned pebble on the trail,
just like the back of His own blood-soaked hands
that purchased every tear. Because you ask,
He’ll guide you through the Valley of Travail,
or carry you. He can. He understands.
Mary Boren, 2000