Letters May 25, 1998 Issue

YOUR LETTERS

"The last words of the poem came as a wonderful blessing."

with contributions from Dominique Tieche, Mary Lou Hill, Robert Donaldson

On a trip with two teenagers, children of good friends, it was a blessing to have with me the issue whose cover read, "Straight talk on parenting: your role and God's" (February 16). One day when none of us seemed fully happy, I put the Sentinel in my backpack and went for a hike, keeping the cover phrase in mind and putting everything in God's hands.

Finding an inviting spot, I sat down to read for a while. God's love was tangible, and the articles were full of helpful ideas. But the climax was the poem by Beulah M. Roegge, "There are no barren years." Not having children of my own had been a deep disappointment, so the last words of the poem came as a wonderful blessing:

O childless of today—
There are no barren years.
All earth's children are as yours
When you pray.

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