Sunday, January 3, 2016

She Has Been There

Anne Bronte penned this poem as if it comes from my own heart. Using elegant rhyme and rhythm, Bronte grieves for a life that was lost, asks to be kept away from the temptations her suffering leads her to, prays that her suffering is not meaningless, and asks for God to give her some way to serve Him even in her infirmity. But above all things, she asserts and reasserts that God is God, that He alone is in control of what happens to her, both the good and the bad, and that He is still good despite having allowed all the bad to happen. I read it on the days when I struggle to do the same. Please, take a moment and read it now.

"Last Lines"
by Anne Bronte

I hoped, that with the brave and strong,
"Breaking Point"
Carmine Monzo
My portioned task might lie;
To toil amid the busy throng,
With purpose pure and high.

But God has fixed another part,
And He has fixed it well;
I said so with my breaking heart,
When first the anguish fell.

A dreadful darkness closes in
On my bewildered mind;
Oh, let me suffer and not sin,
Be tortured, yet resigned.

Shall I wish joy thy blessings share
And not endure their loss?
Or hope the martyr's crown to wear
And cast away the cross?

Thou, God, hast taken our delight,
Our treasured hope away;
Thou bidst us now weep through the night
And sorrow through the day.

These weary hours will not be lost,
These days of misery,
These nights of darkness, anguish-toss'd
Can I but turn to Thee.
"Unmasked Emotion"
Danny Quirk

Weak and weary though I lie,
Crushed with sorrow, worn with pain,
I may lift to Heaven mine eye,
And strive to labour not in vain;

That inward strife against the sins
That ever wait on suffering
To strike whatever first begins:
Each ill that would corruption bring;

That secret labour to sustain
With humble patience every blow;
To gather fortitude from pain,
And hope and holiness from woe.

Thus let me serve Thee from my heart,
Whate'er may be my written fate:
Whether thus early to depart,
Or yet a while to wait.

If thou shouldst bring me back to life,
More humbled I should be;
More wise, more strengthened for the strife,
More apt to lean on Thee.

Should death be standing at the gate,
Thus should I keep my vow;
But, Lord! whatever be my fate,
Oh, let me serve Thee now!

"The Pendulum"
Margarita Georgiadis