More Thoughts

I have a chunk of time in between classes. I sit in the library now, waiting for history to start, just thinking. Two days ago, I took a walk across one of the grassy fields, completed shaded by a variety of trees. Every now and then, you can come across a plaque in the ground at the base of a tree that memorializes someone who is dead and gone. I strolled along and glanced at one that made me stop. It read:
"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee
and I will forgive thy great big joke on me."

Wow. I stopped and stared, thinking hard. The dates one the plaque declared that the man had died at the age of twenty. Someone who knew him (family, I presume) had ordered that plaque to stand there. And there was such bitterness in those words...I wonder, was the young man a bitter individual toward God, or was his family bitter at God for taking his life at such an early age? What if God ordains that someone should only live for twenty years? What if it's all a part of His plan, as it almost certainly is? Lord, may I find You in times of tragedy.

I know there's no real significance to any of this -- it just made me think. I walked on till I saw the next plaque that claimed that silent stars remained over the dead. It made me smile to think of how two faded lives could seemingly be so different.