Love Thy Fate Poem by David Grzan

Oh Daughter, my errant renaissance lass,
Oracular master of the tarot,
Asks: Why doth my tempered mettle tilt pas
D'armes? Mercurial stars limned your tableau.
Reeled by destiny you intrigued to raze
Down your divided homes, parting estranged—
Time-worn grudge sunsets to bid us all raise
Your rising sons betimes: change to be changed.
I lament your woes with profound regret,
Bury them dead in this apology—
As parents we love dear whom we beget:
The holy grail of our astrology.
Love the absurd, life's joyful happy state—
Hail wandering planets and love thy fate