One ship drives east and another drives westWith the selfsame winds that blow.
’Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales
Which tells 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.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
3 comments:
Wow, that's cool. "Do not be anxious about anything . . . "
I don't believe in fate, but in God's sovereign, loving hand which overrules all the events of our lives. But I didn't want to change the words of someone else's poem!
I think in particular of those who suffer, yet "the set of the soul" determines how that suffering affects them. May I be so faithful should I ever be in that position!
He plans the end from the beginning.
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