Complete

Your story’s decided

The ending is writ

It’s already known - the lot that you’ll get

How long you will struggle

How far you will fall

The lengths you will reach to overcome all

And yet, though decided,

It’s not set in stone 

And you have the power to alter the tone

But that is not all;

Should you so decide, 

Then you can choose here- now! -to edit, rewrite

A paragraph, sentence,

A chapter or two!

After all, it’s your story, and your right to do...

But yet, if we’ll listen,

A thought comes to mind:

“Whose hand was writing before, if not mine?

Who wrote the story?

Who held the pen?”

To know Who, just listen - then listen again.

Call IT Divinity,

Call IT God’s Grace,

Whatever you call it, IT’S here in this place

IT’S everywhere I AM

IT’S there where YOU ARE

And IT knows the fate of each cell - of each star

This planet we live in 

This universe grand 

All was created by Creator’s hand

Each cog turning smoothly

In time with the rest...

There’s no doubt in my mind; Creator is best. 

And yet, in His wisdom

When He fashioned men

He offered to share with each of us His pen...

Yes, you have the right:

You can edit, delete

But I’ll leave the pen in His hands; I’m complete.

Journey