Destiny is reality’s completed book;
not allowing any revisions;
errant thoughts; all were forsook;
for, thought, made all decisions.
Destiny was reality, infinitely completed;
its book was exchanged for a play;
only by death, were some things deleted;
and the stage of Light, became day.
Light cast down the script; as written;
not a jot or a tittle could be changed;
even the Master, himself, was forbidden;
only thru death, could it be rearranged.
The Master loved every child of creation;
including all prodigals and liars;
seeking solution in a form of mediation;
instead of destroying by fires.
But, all of creation was completed above;
and all became Light in the world below;
the upper kingdom was perfected in love;
and, evil had but one place to go.
The Master could have destroyed creation;
killing all life, as we know it;
tho great was his anger and frustration;
He Loved, and decided to show it.
God took man’s place in Light’s reality;
a substitute for man’s insurrection;
death granted birth its ultimate finality;
a new day; born from resurrection.