John 15:15?

I believe I want—God. You have not said much about Him. The Bible says a great deal about Him. You have given me the filling-up of heaven in all its pleas ant promise, but—I don't know—there seems to be an outline wanting. 

No dead fact stranded on the shore

Of the oblivious years—

But warm, sweet, tender, even yet

A present help. 

He was an inexorable Mystery who took Roy from me to lose him in the glare of a more inexorable heaven. He is a Father who knew better than we that we should be parted for a while—but He only means it to be a little while. He is keeping him for me to find in the flush of some summer morning, on which I shall open my eyes no less naturally than I open them on June sunrises now. I always have that fancy of going in the morning.