Fate by a Grave

I thought about fate today

while standing by a grave

And how awful it would be

to believe in only that

No living God

No sovereign plan

No reason why some live to 90 years

And others to 9 days

What if “the universe” was in control?

Our destiny determined by genetic mutations and cells gone rogue?

What if life depended fully on others’ decisions?

Our next breath as uncertain as the roll of a dice?

What a terrifying thought

When surrounded by graves

Of people who lived and died

and are turning to dust

Belief in God doesn’t make death okay

But it does make it purposeful

Redeemable

Intentional

A living God means that death and chance don’t have the final word

I know no other comfort

When standing by a grave