-- Destiny Unkind --
By John Herlihy
We often speak of destiny
as being blind.
We seldom speak of destiny
as being unkind.
All my childhood dreams
were torn from air.
Who ever thought it possible
They may lead to despair.
Harsh miseries and deep sorrows
made their way.
Their insistence as equally real
as happiness may say.
Destiny that knocks on my door,
who are thou?
Always filling my personal cup,
then, soon, now.
Why are you at times so abrupt,
so very unkind?
Your fertile pastures can relieve
the desert in my mind.
Is destiny but a wilderness wolf
howling in the wind?
While phases of the moon shine down
On a life we cannot rescind.
Perhaps only the vantage point
From where I sit.
Destiny prevails and may our lives anoint,
We cannot escape what is writ.
Whether kind or unkind, I am always there,
To serve life’s mandate.
The scroll of my destiny will nothing spare
As I patiently await.
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(c) John Herlihy 22 October 2018
Ron