Day 36, Sonnet 36

I wish to craft my future with my hands

And keep in strict control my destiny;

But Providence does offer other plans

And wrestles with supposed mastery.

For I cannot a lonely island be[1]

And wash myself from Mankind’s gentle shore

Nor keep in silence for eternity

And gentle Guider’s loving hands ignore.

For I was fashioned perfect in His eye;

My life’s vocation is to simply be:

To love, to laugh, to breathe, to sleep, to cry;

To hold up faith ‘gainst cruel uncertainty.

What lies ahead is by my heart unknown

But certainty does lie in faith alone.

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[1] John Donne, “Meditation XVII,” (1624).