We walk in a world that is strange and unknown

And in the midst of the crowd we still feel alone

We question our purpose, our part and our place

In this vast land of mystery suspended in space

We probe and explore and try hard to explain

The tumult of thoughts that our minds entertain…

But all of our probings and complex explanations

Of man’s inner feelings and fears and frustrations

Still leave us engulfed in the “mystery of life”

With all of its struggles and suffering and strife,

Unable to fathom what tomorrow will bring –

But there is one truth to which we can cling,

For while life’s a mystery we can’t understand

The “great giver of life” is holding our hand

And safe in His care there is no need for seeing

For “in Him we live and move and have our being.”

by Helen Steiner Rice