So it is that over and over we hear this note, wrung from the
experiences of war, that those who give up all, to die for God's plan,
to take the cross in suffering that the world may be better; these
shall have life eternal. And who dares to dispute it?
In "Our Share" we are admonished that we must find God anew:
"Heads of sham gold and feet of crumbling clay,
If we would build anew and build to stay,
We must find God again,
And go His way."
All's Well.
Oxenham does not claim to fully understand the world cataclysm any more
than some of the rest of us. If we all had to understand, we might find
ourselves ineligible for the Kingdom, but the Book says everywhere, "He
that believeth on me shall have everlasting life." And we can believe
whether we understand or no. So voices the poet in "God's Handwriting":
"He writes in characters too grand
For our short sight to understand;
We catch but broken strokes, and try
To fathom all the mystery
Of withered hopes, of deaths, of life,
The endless war, the useless strife,--
But there, with larger, clearer sight,
We shall see this--
HIS WAY WAS RIGHT."
All's Well,
What better way to close this brief interpretation of our poet in this
day of darkness and hate and hurt and war and woe and want, of seeing
hopelessness and helplessness, than with these heartening lines from
"God Is":
"God is;
God sees;
God loves;
God knows.
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