Does destiny ever arrive?: A poem

You know, an empire began

with the lust of a dragon

for a mortal woman

on the shores of time

and the Kings were called haloed!

You know, the giants manifested

with the gods being

tempted to crave for

human carnality; that we should, then,

have incurred the curse of the deluge!

You know, the universe exploded

into being, with the rapine

of the point of singularity!

You know, so many great wars

in mythology were fought

over stolen and abducted beautiful women!

Can we tell the magi from the magne (men)

on the map of humanity, then?

Why do I look for beginnings?

Why? Is it because the ends are so

unpredictable and so long-drawn

and protracted? What can I imagine

what becomes of love, when it is

a misfit of the moment? Does it

survive the moment itself

and conflagrates as a mutual clap in the

distance of time and space; if there was a star

picking me out over the clouds

to shake me off my, sometimes, failure  of faith

and put me back under the penumbra

of new convictional beliefs, so that

I become resonant and consonant

with the tides of  destiny?!…So that

I stand the tests of time through all

the seeming permanence of injustice

in the seeming continuum of its pre-eminence in existence!

And I stop asking in askance:

Does destiny ever arrive?

But abide in the ashram of faith

despite all the prestidigitation of evil

And like the disparate uncommunicable divided diaspora

including Ashkenazim and Sephardim and all those

lost, purged and defeated but enduring souls of

threatened and oppressed and disappearing Jews,

still be betokened by their confident faith

and believe in the future re-manifestation of beloved Beulah!