"Streaked with immortal blasphemies, betwixt His twin eternities the Shaper of    mortal destinies stirs in that limbo of endless sleep, some nothing that hath shadows deep.

    "The world is only a small pool in the meadows of Eternity, and men like fishes lying cool; and the wise man and the fool in its depths like fishes lie.  When an angel drops a rod and he draws you to the sky will you bear to meet your God you have streaked with blasphemy?"

    This poem, "Blind God," was written by Isaac Rosenberg amidst the depths of the tragedy of World War One.  From his vantage point in the awful conditions of the trenches in which millions of men were forced to fight, Rosenberg struggled mightily to reconcile God's sovereignty with human mortality.

    In short, if people are but mere wisps of mortal existence, wisps who didn't ask to be born, who didn't ask to live in nations at war, people whose lives are frightfully and painfully brief, why must they be punished for challenging the unilaterally determined dictates of an omnipotent God?

    It's a very hard question.

    By the way, I'll be traveling for the next week or more.  I'll catch up upon return.  Thanks for reading!