By Ruth Bell Graham

On this Memorial Day, we reflect on all those who gave their lives serving their country with this touching poem from Sitting by My Laughing Fire which was written by Ruth for the wives and families of those Missing in Action.

Death —
death can be faced,
dealt with,
adjusted to,
outlived.
It’s the
not knowing,
that destroys
interminably . . .
This
being suspended
in suspense;
waiting—weightless.
How does one face
the faceless,
adjust to nothing?
Waiting implies
something to wait for.
Is there?

There is One.
One Who knows
where he is
and if;
and if he is,
is with him;
is with me.
God, Thou art!
I rest my soul on that.

I rest
him,
my hopes,
my fears,
my all—
on That.
Someday
I shall know,
and knowing
worship.
So—
today
I worship, too.