We all know the great folly
Of expecting things to go
According to plan.
But reality is hard to accept.
It does not fall gently in our laps
Like an object we can manipulate,
Speed up or slow down
As we see fit.
We forget that we are just participants
And not the adjudicators
That we are a part of history
Not the authors of it.
In the end it is not our
Expectations for the future
That carry weight,
Not the calculations or projections
Of what a day may bring
That will determine the order of that day
But it is the moment by moment
Turn of events
Governed by fate
Sovereign and set apart
Going along with or without
Your permission.
Can you pull in Leviathan with a fishhook
or tie down its tongue with a rope?
-Job 41:1
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