Darren Watson Poet I do not know?

Was It God Or Was It Fate

Was
                                                    it god
                                                 or was it fate?
                                            I confess I am not sure.
                                       
                                That uneasy feeling would not leave
                                 Though I had pitched my tent there
                                 In that exact spot so many times before

                                                      Was
                                                     it god
                                                 or was it fate?
                                            I confess I am not sure.


                                    What was it that forbade me sleep
                                    Who made my spine feel that icy chill
                                     Who or what encouraged me to rise?

                                                      Was
                                                     it god
                                                  or was it fate?
                                              I confess I am not sure.

                                   The rock that smashed into my tent
                                   Fell from over one hundred feet above
                                   Someone or something watched over me.

                                                       Was
                                                      it god 
                                                  or was it fate?
                                              I confess I am not sure.

                                          Whoever or whatever it was
                                                    Thank you.

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Andrea Dietrich June 20, 2014 at 11:15 PM gosh, Daz, is this a true story? If so, I would say you are blessed with a guardian angel. My hubbie thinks he has one. He tells me he nearly died a few different times!! Sure enjoyed this one too.

Toquyen Harrell June 18, 2014 at 1:43 PM Who made your fate?

Jan Allison June 18, 2014 at 1:39 AM ooh we are both writing about destiny and fate at the same time Daz - now that I find spooky. The poem sent a chill down my spine - I love the way you have structured it and the repetition. Hugs as ever Jan xxx

Tim Smith June 18, 2014 at 12:02 AM That is like the people who were late to work when 9/11 happened..There was a documentary on this subject...I'll search around and see if I can find it....Glad you are safe...Tim

Casarah Nance June 17, 2014 at 10:40 PM When the hidden hands help, it is a wonder from where and why it happened. Good write, makes me think of many of the times wierd stuff like that happens.