The winds of
Chance
Destiny
Fate
Opportunity
Blow
      A particularly wonderful thanksgiving when a Godsend.
      Or a coldly brutal reality when in hardship.
But they are, in fact, nothing more than path revisions that are -
      Hoped for in faith
      Abrupt in surprise
      Unwelcomed in calamity
Which self-created gale could we generate?
It might be easier to inhibit another daylight!
It is as much
      Preparation,
      Counteraction,
      His will,
That any of them find us,

As it is a flurry of our own making.
Which at best,
Would be merely the lone trifling interplay of wings.
(The evidence of what you are to be.)

I'm still reaching,
Inside and out,
And it's so unremitting.
Agony,
The indigenous essence of waiting,
Is the absolute dissipation,
And vacant.
But nothing really waits,
It coincides.
Some moment is always there.
Don't slumber.
The destined joy will still arrive.