A poem.

                 Hitherto.

When our souls are much discouraged, by the roughness of the way,

And the cross we have to carry seemeth heavier every day;

When some cloud that overshadows, hides our Father's face from view,

oh it's well then to remember, He has blessed us----hitherto.

Looking back the long years over, what a varied path, and yet

All the way His hand hath led us, placed each hindrance we have met,

Given to us the pleasant places, cheered us all the journey through,

Passing through the deepest waters, He has blessed us---hitherto.

Surely then our souls should trust Him, though the clouds be dark o'erhead,

We've a friend that draweth closer, when all other friends have fled;

When our pilgrimage is over, and the gates we're sweeping through,

We shall see with clearer vision, how He's blessed us----hitherto.

No....I haven't 'seen the light'.....I'm still an atheist....but this morning I found an old 'Woman's Weekly' magazine that belonged to my grandmother, dated February 1918. The country was war weary at that time...I wonder if people did actually find comfort in poems like this? The prose is so typical of the time..I just thought that maybe our 'people of Faith' might like to read it.

Some  of the other things in the magazine are hilarious...the Agony Aunt column, and the adverts.....how things have changed.😏