A Place Called Destiny

Deep in the little boy’s heart, he was thinking about a place called destiny. His environment provided too little hope for a future of building a family. When he was young, most of his decisions could not be made on his own. From his home, he observed how people lived, love, and how they roamed. It appeared to him that when those above his age finished high school, invariably, they would head North as if it was the Southern Rule. They had little reason to remain in the community where they were born. Work was very hard, and the wages too low for harvesting cotton and corn. Yes, he took the same route traveled by all the others hoping for a better life. Though he had no intention of remaining, it was there he met his wife. Although the Mid West became the second home to him and his family; so deep in his heart, he was still looking for a place called destiny. And so it was that he went to a place he never wanted to go; his future plans were changed because he never went to Texas where he had purposed to go. O, he understood that destiny is not simply a place of geography. And indeed, heaven is the final destiny at God’s chosen arrival time. Destiny is not just a place we are going; it is also a person we are becoming. Destiny is also a state of being and a fulfillment of the ultimate purpose. Attached to our purpose is a process so subtly added to our employ. And there is a journey in the mix that we must learn to enjoy. Many years have come and gone; and, I have lived here and resided there. Through the good, the bad, the ugly, God is always there with loving care. Therefore, I am filled with confidence that my present journey is being guided by God, and will without fail, usher me gently to that place called destiny. 04062013; 11302016 PS Post; Contest, Any Poem NA'D June-July'17,Janice Canerdy, entry 8/30/17;June Standard, Brian Strain;NA June Premiere Contest 05312017, Brain Strand; NA