-- The Hand of Destiny --

John Herlihy

Through the open window,

I wished to see my destiny.

My days can seem as limbo,

I want something new to see.

What was waiting for me,

Lies there on the other side.

Will always be waiting for me,

From my destiny I cannot hide.

My destiny will be still there,

There still on the other side.

When I finally do get there,

I will take my destiny in stride.

I whistled a childhood tune,

I recalled from when little.

As mysterious as a rune,

Mirth plucked on a fiddle.

The tune made me feel fine,

Snuck up on me as a surprise.

A piece of sky as a gift sublime,

A miracle only God can devise.

The hand of destiny in my hand,

Breeze never to be blown away.

Before its arrival I eagerly stand,

As if I might know what it will say.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Tuesday 10 August 2021