By Tony DeLorger © 2014
Who wills my struggle, if not me,
what divine purpose rewards wisdom for pain,
omniscient eyes peering into possibilities, toying,
malevolence in the guise of a panacea,
the growth of souls in transition, and obedience.
I think not, a benevolent God would not concern,
rather the play of life itself, of our own manufacture,
and if that be so, why are we so unkind in blame,
finding the whipping post for all reasoning beyond us,
and the harsh acts of God through circumstance.
Life is a miracle of such complexity,
with struggle an integral part of survival and meaning,
offering the gifts of learning and understanding,
so that our paths are not only ours to determine,
but ours to reap the benefit or suffer consequence.
Either way, the journey is set in an even playing field,
not always seen, but relative, with struggle in many forms,
the application of a human soul to overcome,
the motivation for a life of fulfilment,
and the light of a soul the transcendent, defining outcome.
'Tis I, the one pilot of this journey,
my circumstance the blank canvas of my life,
for me to colour, to experience and find meaning,
to elevate my soul to the pure light of truth and understanding,
and to relish each moment of this gift of being.
You are not a victim in life, you are in control of how you respond to life's challenges. The decision is yours, and how you respond defines who you are.
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