CXXXIII: From empty soil that has fallowed long

A good god doesn't save you from the past.

He does not free you from the pain that was.

He will not force you to forget at last,

What would to do so do for your good cause?

It stings! Indeed it does. And so we work.

Reminders of regrets, or something lost.

Our pining turns the pains that, with us, lurk,

into some good that matches every cost.

It was just so for Him--Who did no wrong,

but lost all, still the same, however pure.

If He regained all that He suffered long,

then you and I shall also, to be sure.

A good God doesn't save you from the past;

but grows it into something good, at last.