Fated Divine

Have our brains developed because of our minds Is it thought over matter, free will to consign Who gave us this power, to till and to sow All fruit thus comprised, in our memory to know A physicists nightmare, their theories contrive This question much bigger than their formulas chide Darwin’s evolution, not passive but active As change does occur, whose affect we hold captive Those traits we develop, from forces unconscious A pot that we stir, as we ladle our promise To wonder and hope, to dream and to wish Only human confined, in our souls to subsist These edicts we know, from our spirits sublime Our destinies chosen —and fated divine (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)