Part One: God of Yesterdays
Part Two: God of Today
III.
The God of my tomorrow:
Preparing
a place for me
YOU WILL BE
God of tomorrow—
There,
Wilderness wastelands,
“This cup,
this bitter cup. . .
You have given it;
How can I refuse?”
Valley of the shadow. . .
.
You are there,
Will be there,
Faithful in my
faithlessness.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and
tomorrow
Lie ahead,
Mist-enshrouded,
Nothing certain but
uncertainty.
One thing sure:
YOU WILL BE THERE,
The Lion
Driving out my enemies,
Making the wilderness
Your castle.
Around the corner of my
tomorrows. . .
YOU WILL BE THERE,
Promising Tomorrowland,
When “all will be right,
When Aslan comes. . .”
Wedding dress for widow’s
weeds,
Love songs for funeral
dirges,
Beauty for ashes,
Mourning into dancing. .
. .
Dancing,
No more hindered by these
Wooden legs,
Broken wings.
Farther up and farther
in. . .
YOU WILL BE,
YOU ARE THERE.
This three-part poem dates, I think, from the first few weeks back in the U.S. after our return from the mission field. Apologies to the very many authors, especially C.S. Lewis, whose scraps of ideas are quilted together here.