It is not for me to know
Or for you either,
though your advice be well intended.
Our lives turn on the oddest moments.
   And for some, the meanest.
Who could have foreseen the path that unfolds before us?
   And that we pretend to take.
Only god, and then, only drunken.
I can will this to be providence or tragedy.
And with careful words, seem sage in either regard:
           "Distance makes the heart grow fonder"
            "Out of sight, out of mind"
Is truth so fickle?
Can it not be known, what this course holds?
not even after we've travelled it well and long?
But even this riddle too, I can choose my answer!
So I will choose it glorious, beautiful, wonderful!
For a fool will choose it lost, lonely, empty, ugly.
And both will be right. Or perhaps wrong.
But for that shred of hope and faith, mine will bring me closer to love
Closer to Truth. Yes, with a capital T.
And that is my journey towards god.