Puppets

Puppets

We both prayed to forestall.
Cowering at the prospect for calamity, so tall.
Pain for remnant of earthly life,
dwarfing heavenly pleasures for eternity.

I never understood why I was spared.
Unspeakable relief at not being the other.
Esoteric dictates from beyond yonder,
perchance to make my faith stronger.

Count me not an aspirant of smug satisfaction.
Not learning to reason with determination.
Are we not mere puppets?
Subject to whims of a tremendous, unstoppable force.

Rashid Osmani, Oct 21, 2009
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