Just wrote this: You know how these little revelation-cum-thought-cum-wish-hope…come.
Let Me See [Y]our Plans Completed
I used to pray each morning,
God, please plan my day.”
Now, it’s morn,
And I’ve matured (it seems) since then.
What occurred to me as root,
Not You, non-absolute,
An Ignorance of what comes next,
But – as I do – surmising that it all began,
Was planned at the beginning, and
That all occurs in Law determining
A chain of cause/effect the thing –
Then cause original must bring,
Determined from the very start,
An end, an end to each event,
To each and every incident.
There is no fluke, no bit of luck,
No happenstance, no accidents;
All provide-nce.
Therefore I pray, to start the day
And just to get my head on straight.
(Already planned and known beforehand).
So I say, for my head’s sake,
“Let me see our plans completed”
Though I know it’s all been planned,
One might say programmed
From the start:
The very start,
Of which I am a nano- part.
Let Me See Your Plans Completed 3.3.2018 God Book II; To The Child Mystic II; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Corwin
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