The Been Briefing

Will not the End explain

The crossed endeavor, earnest purpose foiled,

The strange bewilderment of good work spoiled,

The clinging weariness, the inward strain;

Will not the End explain?

Meanwhile He comforteth

Them that are losing patience; 'tis His way.

But none can write the words they hear Him say,

For men to read; only they know He saith

Kind words, and comforteth.

Not that He doth explain

The mystery that baffleth; but a sense

Husheth the quiet heart, that far, far hence

Lieth a field set thick with golden grain,

Wetted in seedling days by many a rain;

The End - it will explain.

-amy carmichael