A soul once sold
in the cold
not giving up
so looking up
living each day as gold
A soul once ate
by the gate
not looking in
so soaking in
leaving all things to fate
From those trickles
came some tickles
in time
From same channels
rolled the kernel
of fate
Musings met musical chairs
A note will connote
the turn of fate
by faith
The first door, just in time
Promise galore
The foothold stuck in sly
Dodges galore
Then the swing, the wind
and old things be gone
Dangers galore
A note of hate, a word by fate
The soul lingers in thoughts
and lumbers in pain
till the deal be finally sealed
Pray timing and time
old wind was new again:
Same soul
Same fate
And same clock of faith
that has ticked for gain
Trudge on
It's the trip of fate!
There is a story behind this story. A hardworking and bright mind who, like many others, was unable to secure a commensurate graduate-level job. From petty selling (hawking was more like it!), serving in faith activities and spending time around our zone, changes and openings occurred...and a job came.
It was much anxiety for the recruits because they got no letter, no pay, lots of empty assurances for almost half a year! Then more changes. And mass sack - even of those yet to be paid! How faith works....and fate runs: The worst blew away, just as it came.
As I regard the scenario and pondered its mix, it was clear to me that our purpose and posts do matter to fate. Some truly fine workers lost, some maginal performers won. By all scores, this soul ought not to have lost. The tabs just didn't add up....
Alas, faith and fate assured the scores!
