In The Hands Of God
Consciousness is full of mystery;
there’s magic in the air;
destiny is what’s meant to be;
it’s neither here nor there.
We’re often in search of one to blame;
not accepting mere circumstance;
perhaps, destiny and God, are the same;
maybe it’s only random chance.
We need not worry about life’s reasons;
we’re simply along for the ride;
life ebbs and flows, throughout seasons;
much like the ocean’s tide.
Sometimes life is much like a dance;
rhythm has it’s own season;
love is the synergy called romance;
love is the voice of reason.
Love is the energy, most in control;
a flowing, invisible mist;
love is the oxygen of the soul;
love longs to be kissed.
Pride is the volcano; out of control;
spewing ash to the valley below;
death has little impact on the soul;
for it’s the best season to grow.
We think it’s all within our hands;
tho many think that’s odd;
destiny spoils our best laid plans;
it’s all in the hands of God.
Monty 3.30.26. # 3,229