In God’s will: A poem 

Speak not with haste, good can go to waste 

Sip with God’s lips, and savour the taste 

The meal is satiating in the humble paste 

The manna is given to the profound not to the base 

And you can ever dwell where you cast a wise eye 

If you unbelieve that you are always the better I 

Or you could always want what you wish and desire 

Or you could cast your net to burn in the fire 

The Promised Land is written in bold letters in the sky 

The hope that you live with, for which you die 

And you can count on the fact that destiny is nigh 

Even if it takes an eternity, you should never ask why 

This hope is belief that whatever overwhelms you can cope 

For devotion is exemplary mother and father, an umbilical rope 

Can you see God in those lowly messengers of fate? 

The truth will defy the liar, though it may seem a little late 

Don’t gatecrash the ritual sooner, God is waiting over the hill 

He rewards the victims who patiently foot the bill 

And if you are resolute, you are never run of the mill 

The hero never rues his travails, knowing it is His will