Wondering why they ever met
Was it chance or fate
Doubts and fears..should they not
The circumstance...contemplate
Thinking things through..might it be
That life has made the choice
..And songs..they hear...the Angels sing
Are sounds of Destiny's voice
Crying out from somewhere..just beyond
The horizon of right and wrong
Harvest the fruit lying in the fields
..Where the seeds of fate..are sown
A wonderful poem, which I have come to expect from you. You seem to write the kind of stuff I like to read. Ron
Very poignant. Always listen for the songs the angels sing, for they are the messengers of God.Beautiful, James. Warm regards, Sandra
I love this...seeds of fate...angels singing...harvesting the fruit in the fields. This whimsical picture goes straight to my heart. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this, the mystery of it all.......10