Through the Lens of Destiny
Like a specter looming,
Hidden in plain sight,
Fate in cloak of randomness,
In tandem with the night.
Roads less traveled mingled,
With well worn paths combined.
Choices or illusions?
Like bread crumbs left scattered,
Upon the trail of time.
Destiny beckons to your soul,
As though remembering long lost love.
Pulling you towards it’s breast,
With the language of the Dove.
There’s only one you He ever Sees,
Thru the lens of Father’s Love.
The perfect you/His Image.
Formed from the Potter’s wheel above.
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2020
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