Ways of Providence

Did I ever know that I would be born? Did I decide my psyche and physique? Why is a rose shielded by a sharp thorn? Providence creates each creature unique. I think of building a castle for me. I end up assembling a thatched hut. When I, like a sparrow, wish to be free An unknown force, from within, keeps me shut. Untimely rain signs on the summer breeze Floods and droughts play tragedies unannounced. Earthquakes shake the inmost shrines of the seas. Divine verdict is wordlessly pronounced. Events, like gift foils, wrap my existence. Existence, in turn, is wrapped by Providence.