How can we discriminate between them?
The beautiful, the normal, and the odd
As we have lived, and loved, and seen them
Are equally of God; so is the pain,
The awfulness of every worsening day
That presses like a thunderstorm, the drain
Of walking weary under skies of grey.
If all of it is God's, how can we choose?
A holy favor means a holy fault.
The good we gain; the good we also lose
Collectively define divine gestalt.
And yet this does not mean we cannot tell.
It only means we must turn ill to well.
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