I wager with belief,
A tapestry divine –
Life’s grand design, I traverse,
By choice, this path of mine.
And though I surely know –
No need to trace the way,
Within my breast, it dwells –
Free will, where it shall stay.
Thrust deep, an aching soul –
Unraveling its thread,
While faith and choice entwine –
On paths, untrodden, tread.
:: r- 03.14.2023 ::
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