The Unknown

Where did she go, the youthful me
With future tantalizingly
Awaiting in the wings
And made of wondrous things?

Her fate so gloriously concealed,
Its wonders yet to be revealed
Anticipated eagerly;
Disclosed in stages, meagerly.

Love, given, snatched too soon away,
And precious son who could not stay
To cheer declining years.
Abiding joy, unending tears.

Gone with the years, the youth and zest
Of she who yet must pass the test
Of life, when lived unsparingly
In joy and sorrow, daringly.

God in his wisdom sheltered her
From knowledge of that which would occur
On a full life's unopened pages.
As women before, throughout the ages

Without a doubt or hesitate,
Have gone headlong, to meet their fate.

By: Joyce 6/10/04