We are the master of our destinies
But if we were truly free then there would be no destination or path written for us
Nothing entrenched in our pasts
That would make us who we would come to be.
Every moment would be a memoryless flirtation
As significant, or insignificant, as the decimal point
Whose small movement can make such huge differences, or none at all.
Significance is all a matter of expectation
What is the norm
A true measure of our worth?
Not to the One who created and nurtures us.
And at that one time like the appearance of a different moon.
Perturbations of momentous tidal changes, significantly altered the celestial order
Then at that point
History was not what it used to be
History was unmade
To live within that tsunami is all we should aspire to
Not the death and misery of millions
But the chance opportunity to renew
The bond that he came to remind us of
20th November 2018