In the hour of
turmoil,
With my mouth in the soil
I lifted my palm to my face
And thinking I had made a case
Spoke words of misery immense
"They wait..
to bait…
My unsuspecting fate"!
But someone else happened to hear
Came over and caught my fear
Took into his, my hand so muddy
Stared at it as if to study
Then spoke that man, so ordinary-
"Why blame the lines
That run so fine
Instead-create
and direct your fate!
With the strength
that runs down your arm
And settles into the’GRIP’of your palm"
With my mouth in the soil
I lifted my palm to my face
And thinking I had made a case
Spoke words of misery immense
"They wait..
to bait…
My unsuspecting fate"!
But someone else happened to hear
Came over and caught my fear
Took into his, my hand so muddy
Stared at it as if to study
Then spoke that man, so ordinary-
"Why blame the lines
That run so fine
Instead-create
and direct your fate!
With the strength
that runs down your arm
And settles into the’GRIP’of your palm"
