Fate, As Divine Will Poem by james watkin

Time is, but is yet to come;
Of their meeting, who have met!
Wishful thinking, but of God!
Fantasy, but from whom yet
In the one great thought has set
All with His measureless rod.
Even worlds, and states of things
Relevant to a man.
Both beginnings and endings.

Our's the look of playing dumb
Who something as Divine Will
Cannot see, though back from each
It stares; ogles; nigh doth chill;
Awing moments! Go on still!
Tips of knowing but to reach.
Whereafter it is declared
In the room that soulmates lit
Angel's presences were bared!