Classic Poem

I dont know what God is about all day,
I dont know what he does with the sun and the moon when I'm not looking,
But I guess it's something mighty good for us all and something to last forever
I am not let into all the secrets of the world:
Lots of things happen and I dont know they happen,
And lots of other things happen and I cant explain them,
And there are births and deaths that seem queer to me and rack my heart,
And bad men grow rich and good men grow poor and I dont see the reason for it,
And there seems to be less affection in the world sometimes than there ought to be and that troubles my soul,
And some man or woman I have done the most for likes me the least and I am broken up over it,
And seed planted in good faith often never comes to a crop,
And the vagrant spring often produces the dutiful abundant harvest,
And ambition and worship and fortune so many times go by contraries and in spite of our loyal faith,
So that with these griefs and griefs added to them I am puzzled and stricken —
I shake my head a bit and wonder what God has been about all day to let so much slip through God's fingers that does not seem to be the work of God
Yet I guess a good deal goes on that I know little or nothing about,
A good deal that would make much or make all clear,
So that I do not feel like saying words about God that I would regret.
It's very certain enough goes on back of the seed to explain why the seed fails,
Or behind my brother to show why my brother fails,
Or behind rewards or lack of rewards to show why the bill of fate is paid or is not paid,
Or behind my daily labor to show why my perverse feet carry me away from my dearest dreams.
Behind all the storms God must be about something,
Behind all the things that seem to go bad God must be about something that is sure to go good,
Behind all the injustice of the earth God must be about something beneficent for the earth,
Behind all the days that pass crooked God must be about something to pass straight
Because I do not know what God is about every hour of every day must I conclude God is about some evil?
Is it not easier to see that God must be about some good than to see that God must be about some evil?
I do not deny that I am bothered some by the reticences of God:
Such things throw me off the scent of God —
Such things make me wonder if God is after all doing God's best for us or is leading us into a corral,
And I now and then come to conclusions which are treacherous with despair.
But though I go away from God I invariably come back to God,
And though I find it hard to explain God's ways I find it harder not to explain God's ways,
And though God so often says " wait " when I ask God questions, or says nothing,
I go the way of my hunger, I go the way of my thirst, committed to the necessity of God.
Dear sisters, dear brothers, I suspect that a great revelation will some day before long remake and glorify the common life,
And I suspect that we will then find what it is God is about all day,
And I suspect that we will find in spite of eclipses and wrecks and losses and sicknesses God is about good all day and nothing but good,
And I suspect that we will find that God is about love — all day is about love,
And I suspect that we will find that God who may miss being about some things will never miss being about love,
And I suspect that we will find that somehow even in the fruit that comes to nothing and the people who come to nothing God is about love —
I suspect that somehow it will all be explained and that it will all be about love:
That's what I suspect, dear comrades, and that's what I whisper to you now that we are so close, oh so close, together:
I dont know what God is about all day,
But I guess it's something mighty good for us all and something to last forever.