The Plan

© Roger Macdivitt

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Do you have a plan or are you just adrift?

Floating with the tide of circumstances

Like a bobbing seabird, oiled and flightless.

Do you deserve a better future?

One where your opinions count for something

One where your efforts steer a course

One where your influence has effect

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Do you have an aim or are you devoid of direction?

Has life’s tight bow merely propelled you towards the earth?

The target is there all of the time

Waiting for your flight, your impact assured

How to guarantee an outcome?

How to ensure true hapiness?

How to know your potential?

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Do you know yourself?

Have you sought to understand?

Self-doubt diverts your purpose

Like snow, freezing and hiding your personality

Like the sun, burning up your dreams

Difficulty becomes the norm

Grinding your mind to a halt in a wilderness of despair

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Paper is the destination

Your pen is the vehicle

Climb aboard your mind and give full vent to your anger

Let that anger fuel your pen

Let your knowledge turn that pen into an object of beauty

From deep within let your hidden dreams surface like a bubble of air

Look down at your plan and smile

Hi Roger,

I like that one! PLANS are great, there was a university study, (Harvard?) I heard of a long time ago, where it said only a fraction of people make written daily plans, and an even smaller fraction of those actually completely accomplish their written daily tasks for themselves, and those that did, became very successful at whatever their goals were.

Failing to Plan = Planning to Fail

Then there are also those people who say making an easy list won't challenge you to greatness, the list has to be worth accomplishing with some effort.

Here is my latest little ditty.

Please enjoy

Room for God?

© Roger Macdivitt 2011

Part of me once was a tree

A rock, a star a speck of history

A molecule, a quark, a proton

Nothing new, just merely a photon

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Dust to dust and so it is

That, return we must to life’s petrie dish

And so it is for all around us

That whoever we are our origin is thus

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In this creation we see destruction

Re-cycled, re-formed by physics instructions

And all of the time we are never alone

Attracted by gravity our couse still unknown

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Our fate, like the universe is sealed in time

A black-hole destination, absurdly sublime

Trillions of billions or whatever it takes

What nonsense of time eternity makes

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But what of our spirit is it merely just matter?

Will our brittle hopes like glass just shatter?

Will Einstein be wrong, all his theories disproved?

And will God reveal truth all mystery removed?

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It is said that we come from a primeval bang

That every atom combined like eggs in meringue

That all is expanding, flying apart

It’s been that way since the dynamic start

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One thing we’re told is that we are almost all space

In fact everything is in this atomised place

We are ninety percent nothing, just a wisp, just a dot

Yet despite our nothingness we think that we’re not

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One thing’s for sure and without any doubt

That there’s no such thing as inside or out

And no matter what road our two feet have trod

With all of that space isn’t there some room for God?