Poetry for Thought

The poem that I promised so long ago:

*cough*

Purpose

A blind man heard an echo

A song from some unseen entity

And he knew not where it came from

So he thought to call it, “Destiny.”

A deaf man felt a tremor

That crumpled his heart to shattered state

Since he could see no reason for it

Quickly tagged it, “Fate.”

How weary is the personage

Who measures with these rods

For each is always changing

Though giv’n sceptres of the gods

Forlorn-tossed and heartless

Is the man who bows to these

For Nature is impersonal---

Fate, Destiny, and she---are impossible to please

If Time is void and shapeless

Every soul has cause for dread

Then every future is faithless

And nowhere rest the dead

If the sun has always burned

And the universe churned as well

Then the stars all sing for nothing

And have no tales to tell

If the world would keep on racing

And forget the souls long past

Between Destiny, Fate, and Certainty

I would choose the last

For life with no purpose is worthless

Every joy is a cruel facade

If my life is not a full symphony

Composed and conducted by God

So think not that your souls are forgotten

Or your footprints are washed away

Each moment is part of a grand symphony

And your mark on the page is to stay.