• Oscar Brown, Jr.

DIVINE DILEMMA

We're weaned into this woeful world

Where none of us has willed to come

As through the Universe we're hurled

All bounded by both to and from


'Tis from oblivion we're found

Emerging out our mother's wombs

And to oblivion we're bound

Away beyond our graves and tombs


And what all takes place in between

Considered destiny or fate

Is founded upon sense and scene

Which we do not initiate


What options then are truly ours

What choices, wise or otherwise

Have we perspective on and pow'rs

To confidently exercise


Who here can claim shehe is free

As through this plot shehe is pushed

Until the day shehe, like me

Is catastrophically ambushed


Waylaid by luckless circumstance

Which lay in wait along life's road

Till time afforded it the chance

To live its bitter episode


And then came down disastrously

With grave remorse and grim regret

Misfortune harm and tragedy

Presented like some awful debt


Why must such debts as these be paid

And happiness be brought to doom

How are such obligations made

On which account, when, and by whom?



By the Creator of our lives

The origin of all that lives

Is that who secretly connives

To so blot the light that life gives?


Were that no god of yours or mine

By God we'd damn that god to hell

And all who preached that god's divine

We'd damn their souls to hell, as well


But if that left us with no God

Alone and desolate as Cain

When wandering in the land of Nod

There in godlessness to remain


Like Cain we'd find that much too much

For mortals such as us to bear

For we need some consoling touch

To comfort us in our despair


Here, outside all oblivion

Within life's confines where we're trapped

Without a God nothing gets done

Therefore, to God's will, we adapt


And even as our woes increase

And we damn God who brought their curse

Before that God brought to our knees

We pray, by God, they grow no worse



'Tis from oblivion we're found

Emerging out our mother's wombs

And to oblivion we're bound

Away beyond our graves and tombs


And what all takes place in between

Considered destiny or fate

Is founded upon sense and scene

Which we do not initiate


What options then are truly ours

What choices, wise or otherwise

Have we perspective on and pow'rs

To confidently exercise


Who here can claim shehe is free

As through this plot shehe is pushed

Until the day shehe, like me

Is catastrophically ambushed


Waylaid by luckless circumstance

Which lay in wait along life's road

Till time afforded it the chance

To live its bitter episode


And then came down disastrously

With grave remorse and grim regret

Misfortune harm and tragedy

Presented like some awful debt


Why must such debts as these be paid

And happiness be brought to doom

How are such obligations made

On which account, when, and by whom?



By the Creator of our lives

The origin of all that lives

Is that who secretly connives

To so blot the light that life gives?


Were that no god of yours or mine

By God we'd damn that god to hell

And all who preached that god's divine

We'd damn their souls to hell, as well


But if that left us with no God

Alone and desolate as Cain

When wandering in the land of Nod

There in godlessness to remain


Like Cain we'd find that much too much

For mortals such as us to bear

For we need some consoling touch

To comfort us in our despair


Here, outside all oblivion

Within life's confines where we're trapped

Without a God nothing gets done

Therefore, to God's will, we adapt


And even as our woes increase

And we damn God who brought their curse

Before that God brought to our knees

We pray, by God, they grow no worse



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