The Reason
The Reason
I heard some children laughing
and a church bell that was ringing.
I put my eye up to the hole
and I saw people singing.
There were angels waiting there
and saints all in a row.
I began to understand
some things I didn't know.
I heard the voice of tragedy
and understood it's reasons.
I saw things die and then be born
with the changing of the seasons.
I saw the poor and hungry fed
the wars all reached an end.
The world was all at peace again
everyone was now a friend.
The thing I did not recognize,
and I still don't understand.
The hole that I was looking through
was the hole in Jesus hand.
Edwin C Hofert
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