Guest Poet: My Dad
Today, I'm featuring a poem by my Dad. I hope you enjoy it!!!
According to one explanation
kismet falls to predestination;
no one opts for hell
nor heaven as well,
negating a rite exculpation.
Some will chose predestination
to posit a flee from damnation;
the thesis herein
courts virtue with sin
and thus begets justification.
What value is there then in pleasure
if one has no merits to measure,
what’s good or what’s bad,
what’s joyful or sad
are factors all humans may treasure.
Though tissues of life are unknown,
We color the weaves as our own;
and it may appear
we simply are here
to harvest the seeds we have sown. Copyright 1982 by Christian M. Yoder