To examine an outcome
Then, via a selective process
Eliminating all that might have been,
To see that as its cause
Is a favourite trick of the smart-arse
Mind-in-a-box –
Too clever for its own or others’ good –
Which exempts itself
From all around
And crows
Oh! My Goodness, Me!
This is what is meant to be
My Destiny
Traced back through His story
Along a connecting line of descent
To a starting point
Exempted from all around
Its Self
Like a river flowing to Sea
Unable to see its Sink
As its oceanic Source
Remote from where it sprang from
Again and again
The High & Mighty Fall for It
Hook, Line & Sinker
Swallowed Whole
Bringing tumbling in their wake
Their followers and overlorded serfs
Down to Earth,
Out to Sea and
Into Sky
Meanwhile
The Silent void holds its Peace
Forever
Ever ready to receive
And restore to life refreshed
From Grace