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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Beyond Destiny

I am a sailor
living on a landlocked prairie,
in an oven of continental heat.
A seed
falling from a feather,
finding a ledge
on a gloomy coast,
blooming with the sun
of a meadow.

The incongruity of chance.
Like the child
with a gift for symphony,
handling a jackhammer.
The woman in a nunnery
dooming the motherhood
in herself.
What of fate?
Its wonderful children?
Lives that begin in storms
and end in summer.

How so little
or so much
comes our way.
A loving family,
or none of these.
the will inside ourselves
to create the beautiful,
and have
no regrets.

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