The Maker : Knit and Purl
The Maker wields the needles
of predestination and free will,
One in each strong, talented hand.
Knitting the yarn and thread of our lives
Into the fabric of time with such love.
Knit ,with predestination;
His will is done.
Purl ,with free will;
Our choices made.
Knit and purl, purl and knit,
The pattern known to Him and yet
allowed to be as it is, who it is.
It is when choice agrees with His will
That the pattern becomes
as beautiful as He intended.
Until the tapestry of lives
form who we are, why we are.
Interlocking with others,
Becoming part of the
pattern of all things.
The Enemy cuts
With sharp shears of deceit.
Maniacally ripping jagged holes.
The Maker patiently mends
With healing truth and love.
Knit and purl, purl and knit
Until we are whole again.
Categories:
predestination, art, christian, extended metaphor,
Form: I do not know?
War is a way that seems right to men.'
Especially those in power..'
Those who reap a harvest of death and
Money.'
Events need to happen.! To galvanise
Opinion.'
There will be time later to blame it on
God.'
When the belief in God will be assulted
Then Godlessness will increase.. A
Number will be offered.' because such
Men beleive in their own power, yet we
Will have affirmed them by our agreement.'
These people are bound for hell, i beleive
six six six, comes for a society so sick.!
Categories:
predestination, appreciation, assonance, christian, future,
Form: Free verse
Circuitous
their journey to love.
Their eyes
first met
half a lifetime ago.
They were young.
Buds yet to bloom;
much too young then!
Neither knew
what love was
or meant,
but they felt
a certain magnetism,
an undeniable spark.
Alas! It caught no fire.
They were pulled asunder
by destiny,
force of circumstance.
But a chance encounter
ignited the spark
of attraction
in their eyes
many moons later.
It was sheer predestination!
They were meant
to reach the same
destination.
A circle...
completes itself.
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Date written: 09/07/2020
Categories:
predestination, analogy, destiny, fate, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Reading Shakespeare, I used to smoke Ophelia’s garland for a better understanding: crow-flowers, nettles, daisies and long purples that liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. Fingers caused hypnogogic hallucinations, daisies – hypnopompic ones. Alas, crow-flowers and nettles didn’t work, but on the plus side, it got me thinking whether predetermination is predetermined. Hamlet is just in time to throw drowning Ophelia an inflatable crocodile and they live long and happily together, having left Shakespeare holding the bag.
is there a free will
in a predetermined world -
that is the question
Categories:
predestination, literature,
Form: Haibun
All the different doctrines and mantras must be related,
God selecting you for faith is the same thing as god helping you live your everyday life
Is predestination not the child of divine intervention, which patronises individual responsibility?
Categories:
predestination, courage, dream, faith, god,
Form: Questionku
Rupert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital
in Birmingham. Weather forecast:
chance of rain.
Peter Smith drove down from Penrith,
he was traveling to Dover
to take the channel tunnel to spend
the next two weeks vacationing
with his family in France.
On a section of the M1 south of Birmingham
a Vauxhall Vega, its driver asleep at the wheel,
jumped the grassy median into the north-bound lanes
and crashed headlong into a Ford Cortina.
An unclaimed hotel reservation
and the latest Playboy magazine
fluttered to rest, side by side,
on the shoulder close to exit 31.
Categories:
predestination, death
Form: Verse
Robert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital
in Birmingham. Weather forecast:
chance of rain.
Peter Smith drove down from Penrith,
he was traveling to Dover
to take the channel tunnel to spend
the next two weeks vacationing
with his family in France.
On a section of the M1 south of Birmingham
a Vauxhall Vega, its driver asleep at the wheel,
jumped the grassy median into the north-bound lanes
and crashed headlong into a Ford Cortina.
An unclaimed hotel reservation
and the latest Playboy magazine
fluttered to rest, side by side,
on the shoulder next to exit 31.
Categories:
predestination, loss
Form: Verse
I do not need Miss Doris Day
telling me 'what will be, will be'.
Yet if what she says is quite true,
what does it make of me and you,
mere puppets just passing through?
Categories:
predestination, introspection, life, philosophy, me,
Form: Free verse
Rupert Lang set out from London,
it was ten minutes to eight.
He meant to travel to the Midlands
to be with his dad in hospital
in Birmingham. Weather forecast:
chance of rain.
Peter Smith drove down from Penrith,
he was traveling to Dover
to take the channel tunnel to spend
the next two weeks vacationing
with his family in France.
On a section of the M1 south of Birmingham
a Vauxhall Vega, its driver asleep at the wheel,
jumped the grassy median into the north-bound lanes
and crashed headlong into a Ford Cortina.
An unclaimed hotel reservation
and the latest Playboy magazine
fluttered to rest, side by side,
on the shoulder close to exit 31.
Categories:
predestination, loss,
Form: Narrative