Some die young
Some do not want to
Even when they are too old.
Nothing is
In our own control
What is destined will happen.
On all things around
Even that which is in us.
Is so preordained
The beginning and the end.
Wisdom is
Acknowledging this
And submitting to God's Will.
The ruins speak
The galaxies too
Revealing the mystery.
Veiled from all
Lost in this world's lure.
Yet unhidden
From seekers of Truth:
That only God's eternal.

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