Is My Fate Sealed? - Poem by James Tipp
Choice is something I have more than enough of.
I live in a world of affluence and materialism
I can choose to shop where and when I like
Twenty four seven is the strap line for my society
It is the principle of democracy and freedom
That I have the right to choose is precedent
The oxygen of my world from the cradle.
Yet I read that all is ordained before my existence
That all my thoughts my actions have been and gone
So what of choice am I pre-programmed in eternity?
A mere robot who’s every actions have no choice.
Is my freedom an illusion composed by God?
In the alpha and Omega of all things.
Good and evil sourced from the same composition
The word writ large on the pages of eternity.
No dualism to blame for the things that go wrong.
I struggle with the challenge to my very being
If I cannot choose my actions I seem to diminish
Slip into the world of ‘not my fault’ pass the buck
The world is exonerated from its chaos and evil
The cross becomes a mystery beyond comprehension
For nobody sinned, no need for repentance or sorry
I am merely being me, as I was planned to be
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