Some time in doing simple things
The chain of events that take place
Make me think that
All this isn't my doing alone.
In this multidimensional world
Something else is moving the chips
And my little endeavor
Was meant to
Coincide perfectly
With what ever that working is
To bring an unexpected
Yet a very pleasant result
As if there is an ordain
Of which I am totally unaware
Yet obliged to follow.
There is some thing that makes
A day so perfect that
You couldn't ask for any thing more
Accept look at things filled
With amazement
And wonder.
The One whose hand is behind all that
Is somewhere
In realm of a distant consciousness
Beyond my own.
Yet the various entities here uniting and responding
As one
Colliding to create a friction
Or a rhythm of harmony.
Whatever the out come of such force
It is so visible and powerful that it
Makes the day stand out
As one unforgettable day in the memory.
In this multidimensional world Something else is moving the chips Give any good name to Him, It's He only He.
someone or something guides us, if we believe in super power or the Gods. Otherwise it is simply another day of life. thought provoking poem..
Sure, there are mysterious forces working behind! Lincoln once said- I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me! I wonder what to call the force that moves the chips..... I prefer to call it God! Yes somedays stand out even with simple things done from our part! ! A beautiful poem full of depth! !
some days are much better than others. everything seems to fall into place. good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what about selecting this poem of yours for the compilation ''Our Chains, Our Dreams''? Let me know, ok? Cheers F.
- - very good!
Thank you Dr. Frosini. I will be honored to send the poem to you for the new book.