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Late For A Date With Fate June 30, 2015

Posted by nrhatch in Life Balance, Magick & Mystery, Poetry.
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We hear rumblings and rumors
A madman gunning for a village

We can save them
By sounding the alarm

We race
Quickening our pace

We can’t be late
For our date with fate

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In the dark woods
We stumble upon a babe
Lost and alone
Defensiveless

Do we stop and render aid
knowing the entire village will die
If we don’t sound the alarm?

Or do we race
Quickening our pace

Refusing to be late
For our date with fate?

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Do we ever know the full impact
of choices we make

Or are we consigned to stumbling
Amid the rumblings

Of a future we can’t quite see . . .

As the petals unfold and open
One by one by one

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Aah . . . that’s better!