Richard L. HewittDedza Boma, Malawi21st August 2021
I tell you naught for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
Night shall be thrice night over you,
And heaven an iron cope.
Do you have joy without a cause,
Yea, faith without a hope?
G. K. Chesterton (1874 – 1936)