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Preordained
I
prayed
to
change
the
course
of
fate;
Without
you
near,
how
could
I
see?
For
thirty
years
you'd
been
my
mate;
You
were
the
light
that
shone
for
me.
From
mortal
bonds
you
had
to
flee;
You
crossed
into
the
great
divide
To
journey
to
eternity,
And
so
the
candle
slowly
died.
For
God
would
not
cooperate,
However
urgent
was
my
plea,
But
how
I
wished
I
could
dictate
And
force
Jehovah
to
agree
To
grant
extended
clemency.
He
called
your
name,
you
could
not
hide,
I
could
not
quash
His
last
decree,
And
so
the
candle
slowly
died.
I
could
not
lock
the
gaping
gate,
For
only
God
possessed
the
key.
His
mind,
not
open
to
debate,
Knew
when
'twas
time
to
set
you
free.
These
things
I
knew
so
mournfully,
But
longed
to
keep
you
by
my
side.
The
trumpet
played
your
elegy,
And
so
the
candle
slowly
died.
Oh
Love,
I
loathe
finality;
To
change
the
plan,
oh
how
I
tried!
But
that
was
never
meant
to
be,
And
so
the
candle
slowly
died.
~Copyright
©
1998
Ruth
Gillis~
"Preordained"
received
a
First
Place
Award
in
the
Summer
1998
issue
of
The
Candlelight
Poetry
Journal.
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