My poem Destiny
Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 5:31 am
Sometimes, when I feel like writing, I may have a particular idea or a subject in mind, but I don't give much thought beforehand as to the words I am going to write. I just start typing, and see what comes out of the recesses of my mind. One day a few years ago I felt like writing, but I had no particular subject in mind. I sat down and began pressing the keys and was surprised at the results...I think I answered some of my own questions about life.
This is what appeared on my screen:
Destiny
Sometimes I ponder on what
fate has in store for me.
What forces beyond our ken
are at work in this world?
Is my destiny already foretold,
or do I write it with my own decisions?
If my destiny is already written,
should I just go along for the ride?
Then, why do I have to make decisions
toward an end already decided?
Ah, now I think I understand...
the destination may have been decided upon.
But, how I get there and how quickly I arrive
is up to me, resulting from my decisions.
So, it seems to me that I may play an important
part in fulfilling my own destiny.
Am I wise enough to take the non-stop
flight to my final destination?
No, I'm not that wise. I see that I am
destined to travel slowly across country.
I must choose my own route, stopping along
the way to sample the flavors of life.
I know that I will eventually reach my final
destination...somehow I will find the way.
But, who I touch, and what I experience
on the way is up to me and me alone.
May I have the wisdom, at each fork in
the road, to make the right choices.
All I can ask is that the journey be a happy one,
and that I make my way with the ones I love.
Dale Summers (the Cracker)
© April, 1999 Dale Summers
The poetry on my web site has background music that complements the words. If you care to visit, the poetry pages are http://web.tampabay.rr.com/wdsummers/poetryhome.html.
This is what appeared on my screen:
Destiny
Sometimes I ponder on what
fate has in store for me.
What forces beyond our ken
are at work in this world?
Is my destiny already foretold,
or do I write it with my own decisions?
If my destiny is already written,
should I just go along for the ride?
Then, why do I have to make decisions
toward an end already decided?
Ah, now I think I understand...
the destination may have been decided upon.
But, how I get there and how quickly I arrive
is up to me, resulting from my decisions.
So, it seems to me that I may play an important
part in fulfilling my own destiny.
Am I wise enough to take the non-stop
flight to my final destination?
No, I'm not that wise. I see that I am
destined to travel slowly across country.
I must choose my own route, stopping along
the way to sample the flavors of life.
I know that I will eventually reach my final
destination...somehow I will find the way.
But, who I touch, and what I experience
on the way is up to me and me alone.
May I have the wisdom, at each fork in
the road, to make the right choices.
All I can ask is that the journey be a happy one,
and that I make my way with the ones I love.
Dale Summers (the Cracker)
© April, 1999 Dale Summers
The poetry on my web site has background music that complements the words. If you care to visit, the poetry pages are http://web.tampabay.rr.com/wdsummers/poetryhome.html.
. You sound like a very nice man... and I love your signature 
. I agree with what you're saying about how we can find out so much about ourselves... our questions, our answers... by letting whatever wants to come out just flow. Sometimes, allowing our 'inner' to speak can be very revealing, as it was with you in answering some of your own questions.