Be Still, My Soul
Heavenly Father, in the days ahead
I understand, that it may be thy will
O'ermastering mine, that death may see me dead
Before ambitious plans I may fulfill.
Thus goes the life of man. When comes the plague,
Or when comes accident, it alters all:
Vesuvius may bubble; though one beg
He may not the torrential flow forestall.
Praying avails one naught. Some peace of mind
Be had; yet even comes the cataclysm.
Belief may postulate a world designed;
Yet Chance may not be riv'n through exorcism.
Be still, my soul. Lord, let me be at peace,
For, how the world may go, it matters yet
How sits my soul: embodiment, release
Occur by law that cannot be upset.
Lord, I have done my part. Yea, made my plans,
Some brought to execution, well or not,
If chasing fleet, illusion-tinged romance,
Though in the end, no Golden Fleece I got.