by Pranitha Devi Wickins (Pietermaritzburg; kwazulu Natal, South Africa)
How often have we wonderedwhy it had to bethat the innocent are punishedwhile the guilty are set freeHow often have we wonderedwhy God turns the other cheekwhen babied are being molestedand our spirits grow weakAnd then I took a momentreflecting on our lifeand suddenly it dawned on mean explanation for this strifeHave you ever contemplatedthe world as a game of chesswhere any movement on the boardallows for the next testCan you see the piecesas an event or a sorrowwhere are you on the boardare you waiting for tomorrow?I suppose what I am sayingIn my round about wayIs that events happen by man's hand,But God has the last sayWhat was your reactionTo the last nasty situation Did you shake your head and walk awayOr just exclaimed in dismayWhat was your moveon the chess board of lifeto challenge that awful hurtthat pierced you like a knifeI believe the pain we feelshould trigger us to react -to play the next move -To counter the attackI believe there is no coincidenceWhy you see the things you doWhy you choose the path you didWhy you need to find the clueI believe that my emotionTo the events of this worldIs God's way of prompting meTo be God's chosen girlGod's given each of usa wondrous precious talentsometimes we never use itallowing it to lie dormantMaybe if we use our talentwhatever it may be,We could be the differenceThat may be the keyEach talent bestowed upon usIf used like the Father intended,Could be the answer to the worldThat would otherwise be surrendered. Copyright © 2010 Pranitha Devi Wickins, (A.k.a Nisha Wickins). All rights reserved.
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