Cold Sassy Tree

by Olive Ann Burns

Hep me remember my faith that Yore arrange-ment for livin’ and dyin’ is good. Hit ain’t fair or equal, Lord, but it keeps thangs movin’ on.

“Life bullies us, son, but God don’t. He had good reasons for fixin’ it where if’n you git too sick or too hurt to live, why, you can die, same as a sick chicken.

If’n you give God the credit when somebody don’t die, you go’n blame Him when they do die? Call it His will? Ever noticed we git well all the time and don’t die but once’t? Thet has to mean God always wants us to live if’n we can. Hit ain’t never His will for us to die—cept in the big sense.

“When you don’t know which way to turn, son, try something. Don’t jest do nothin’.”