Is It Faith

Moving mountains

Photo by Matt Sclarandis on Unsplash

Unescapable fate we wrap so willingly
Around our shoulders and desperately call it hope
Or is it the other way, like a horoscope
As it becomes our destiny so seamlessly?

“Let us hope for the best”, “We must accept our fate”
Hope, convenient vessel cementing forfeitures
Fate, auspicious disguise to cowardly postures
Hollow intentions served cold on a silver plate 

Illusions of power, white sheets hiding the shame
Of lives which control we forfeit to atony
Of lives carried over the winds of destiny
Hope? Fate? Immutable destiny be thy name?

Unless we call thy “Faith”, and quite so suddenly 
Find ourselves moving mountains instead, fatally

Let the board sound