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.


This page is best viewed in Internet Explorer browser with a large screen monitor.
Other browser users will not be able to hear the music.

For info on page design/graphics, and for Email,
go to my Index page.

View Guest Book   ****   Sign Guest Book


All poetry written by Ruth Gillis is copyrighted and may not be used in any way
without written permission from the author herself,
whether it is found on this site or any other.
If you would like to use any of my poems for any purpose,
please email me and request permission.