Providence Poem by Robert Rittel

For some, ignorance is their strength,
taken false providence to all its length.
To know and not to know, conscious of complete truth
while telling carefully constructed lies to sooth.
Is that the revelation we want to hear,
while overwhelming motions are the tragic to bear.
To the point when one falls into the embarrassing abyss,
realizing that misplaced energies created the false bliss.
The hope that maturity runs through the valley of the shadows,
the freewill seems to polish here its pretenses hallows.
A circle of indemnity as the experience is priceless,
divine providence by its kindness.
Providence is the wise meeting of synchronicity,
seeing the moment of impact as theory of relativity.
Then every setback conceals a vocation,
turning every necessity to preparation.
The rainbow message all along,
colorful gravity what makes you belong
Symphonies of truth as guide for sure,
no need for the embarrassing detour.
The eternal good always open to options to see,
when merciful providence watches over all you to be.