Who Makes Our Fate?

We are on Earth to create

The course of our own fate

Based on the deeds we do:

Of tongue, body, and mind, too.

These three sorts of deed

You might say are the seed

That throughout life we sow

Which cause our fate to grow.

So, our fate our own we make,

None else can do it for our sake.

It’s up to us the fate we choose,

If life’s game we win or else lose,

Simply by all the deeds we do,

Being free to act as we want to.

All that we think, do and say,

Every deed we do every day,

Moulds how our fate will be:

This fact one can easily see.

And so, let’s take good care

Of how all our actions fare,

All we do, think and speak,

If it’s a good fate we seek.

There’s no being up in the sky,

Beyond all sight, so very high,

Who by His whim does dictate

What must be our fixed fate.

We, ourselves, it must be told,

Decide how our fate will unfold,

Our each action playing a role

In shaping our fate as a whole.

For our fate if we have concern

This one lesson we must learn.

In a very conventional way

This all we might well say,

And at that level, it is fine

In this manner to opine,

But what if things aren’t so

As we think we well know,

And all deeds, of everyone,

Are by God Himself done,

Using us as an instrument,

To pursue His own intent,

We as players, each the same:

Mere actors in this His game,

And no one, not me, nor you,

By ourselves any deeds do?

If that’s so (as it well might),

Then what can I say is right,

And what of ‘fate’ can we talk?

Ah! At such foolish chatter I balk!