My taste and choice
to hunt the hill with water carves
and chose to pursue
the cherished friend
My day is my quilt
of cleaned teeth and
accomplished this and this
it is all I own
And I can be told that
every thread is woven
by a Loom I did not own
and I can sit beside the darkness
and know that my tastes were
not my chosen, but instead
a choice made long ago
before even my parents were.
And I was deported.
and found kindred callings
on rocks and pillow talks.
And I will still call it mine.
and the Loom will wait.
Prov. 16:9, In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps.
Jer. 17:9, "The heart is more deceitful than all else and is desperately sick; who can understand it?"
Rom. 11:33-36 :
33 Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments and how inscrutable his ways!
34 “For who has known the mind of the Lord,
or who has been his counselor?”
35 “Or who has given a gift to him
that he might be repaid?”
36 For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be glory forever. Amen.
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