Deliverance by Our Own Hand

Deliverance by Our Own Hand
Deliverance by Our Own Hand

I wait for deliverance,
as if time commends,
but what force does ensue
if not myself, my own expectations;
so I wait for no-one,
no saviour attests my saving,
for only I can redeem myself,
deliver myself from my own ignorance.

How I have waited for providence,
when tis me alone the master,
where and how I serve myself,
the only contributor to my circumstance;
so I excuse my fateful demands,
as flights of fancy
and relish the truth that awaits my sentience,
before I sweep myself away.

No man carves a future based on deliverance,
without discovering the self, as party,
for if God did manage our every quarry,
what would we be as recipients,
but lowly irresponsible beings too weak
to hold life to heart, to know the gift given,
just helpless in a sea of change,
rearranged by an omniscient hand.

And here begins the lesson,
life ensues by our hand alone,
and in response to change and strife,
our lives in circumstance of pain and growing;
for why else would a purpose be driven,
if not for learning and understanding,
to experience all that life affords,
to take control of our destiny.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

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