Be inspired by these poems about fate. Verses about fate and our lives. May you find answers about fate in these words. Is something meant to be or is it a coincidence? Do we control our own destiny or is it fate or is it a higher power?
I have a life I can't escape,
A life that's mine to mold and shape,
Some things I lack of strength and skill,
I blunder much and fumble; still
I can in my own way design
What is to be this life of mine.
It is not mine to say how much
Of gold and silver I shall clutch
What heights of glory I shall climb
What splendid deeds achieve in time;
Lacking the genius of the great
The lesser tasks may be my fate.
But I can say what I shall be,
What in my life the world shall see;
Can mold my thoughts and actions here
To what is find or what is dear.
Though small my skill, I can elect
To keep or lose my self-respect.
No man can kindlier be than I,
No man can more detest a lie,
I can be just as clean and true
As any gifted genius, who
Rises to earthly heights of fame
And wins at last the world's acclaim.
I can be friendly, blithe of heart,
Can build or tear my life apart,
Can happy-natured smile along
And shrug my shoulders at a wrong.
I only choose what is to be
This life which symbolizes me.
One ship drives east and another drives west,
With the self-same winds that blow.
'Tis the set of the sails,
And not the gales
Which tell us the way to go.
Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate.
As we voyage along through life:
'Tis the set of a soul
That decides its goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
Poet: Theodore Lynch Fitz Simons
Strange it is, yet 'tis true,
Man's fate is not ruled by a star.
For whatever we think, we are;
And whatever we are, we do.
Time tames us not; we grow old
By thoughts of age, not by years.
As a river-worn rock-bed, our fears
Wear our forms into sorrowful mold.
Things That Abide
Poet: Washington Gladden
In the bitter waves of woe.
Beaten and tossed about
By the sullen winds that blow
From the desolate shores of doubt,
When the anchors that faith had cast
Are dragging in the gale,
I am quietly holding fast
To the things that cannot fail,
I know that right is right,
That it is not good to lie.
That love is better that spite,
And a neighbor than a spy.;
I know that passion needs
The leash of sober mind;
I know that generous deeds
Some sure reward will find;
That the rulers must obey,
That the givers shall increase;
That Duty lights the way
For the beautiful feet of Peace.
In the darkest night of the year.
When the stars have all gone out.
That courage is better than fear.
That faith is truer than doubt
And fierce though the fiends may fight.
And long though the angels hide,
I know that Truth and Right
Have the universe on their side.
And that somewhere beyond the stars
Is a love that is better than fate.
When the night unlocks her bars,
I shall see Him, and I will wait.