Predetermined Fashion

To live and die in a moment
a stroll from end to corner block
a city street, the ocean
or the highest mountaintop.
Surreal to think the rise and sink
no more than circumstance,
perhaps this walk much tougher here
or there you choose to dance.
Product of our spiraling fate
now spin in perfect time,
from block to block to mountaintop
we live and die design.

Simple complications

Yet none to find positions
filled precisely where they're choosing,
God makes not mistakes of thought
nor random are his musings.
So complete in planning
spanning time and plotting still,
every single shift of sand
the hourglass would spill.
So measure days with thoughtful grace
in measured happenstance,
the rock on which we build our lives
was not a child of chance.
Counted for was every drop
our shepherd's compensations,
sheep we are of numbered fold
simplistic complications.