His Providence

Always a battle between STOICS and EPICUREANS,

Between involuntary and voluntary,

Between HIM and us.

A never ending tale.

 

But sometimes I sit in the darkest corners,

And laugh upon their actions and thoughts.

 

Goodness our and sins!

For Fate.

That’s not equipoised!

 A man’s own folly ruins his life,

Yet his heart rages against HIM.

Our SINS, our choices, that’s the bitter truth.

 

We all are under HIS providence,

The tower of BABEL,

Jonah inside a fish,

Were all upon HIS wish.

But still we defy HIM through our deeds,

 

No eye has seen,

No ear has heard,

No mind has conceived,

What HE has prepared for those who love HIM.

 

But loving someone isn’t enough,

Be true to HIM,

Respect HIM,

Let HIM be your guardian,

For HE is nothing but a part of you,

The one who dwells in you.

 

But again my mind travels through people and places,

And something dismays me-

Is HE an ACCEPTANCE which demands RESIGNATION?