Fate
'Tis fate that seals
the rent of wan,
no ocean floor,
no there be gone!
No thought of ill,
or likewise yawn
my energies
are therepon!
While fate denounces
I take song
no mere encumbrance
to belong ~
To life ~ my meaning
risks hopes strong
remembrance of my God could wrong,
I right the venture ~ faith's among!
The cause, not censure
fear the prong
of misconception ~ ailings long
must change exception, strict ~ upon!
'Tis fear that wrestles to succomb
the inward spirit . . . under man's thumb!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2012
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