Destiny

Perhaps I have travelled here

The entire length of the hall

From genesis to this moment here

To see a writing on a wall

 

I know not what has driven me so

Nobody is aware

I know not who has lain the paths

Lying unseen everywhere

 

Perhaps the writer of that wall

Was conceived for me

So he could pen his words on a wall

And I could see that graffiti.

 

What does it mean, such a tiny thing

And why it must be so

What good it does to the living world

I’ve wondered; I don’t know.

 

But one thing I can be sure of

One thing does make sense

God’s mind is different from ours, so his

Important things aren’t immense.

1Life.


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