The Will Of Perfection

Who makes the myriad of choices we make;
what forces are standing behind;
who must we blame for our every mistake;
are we somehow, to evil, inclined?

As a baby, we’re simply given no choice;
but, the choice to laugh or cry;
for a season, crying is our only voice;
perhaps we should ask ourselves why.

Then, as a child we’re given an education;
taught what to think, do, and say;
the environment, around us, gives conformation;
sending us on our way.

Are we simply the finished product of life;
did life not exist before birth;
sculped by our creator, into husband and wife;
destined to live on this earth?

We entered this life, as a wave on a river;
a consciousness energy flow;
the perfect gift; from the perfect giver;
the rapids of life, make us grow.

We are, but the waters, of eternal energy;
flowing down from perfection, above;
each of us, where God willed us to be;
a part of the flow of God’s love.

Within each; lie the seeds of corruption;
bearing the will of God; on loan;
meant to be witnesses to evil’s destruction;
here, to make God’s will, our own.

Monty 7/2/24. # 2,193