They Said It Couldn’t Be Done

Pride and presumption piling their pillars
against the sun,
hand carving glory by plots and plans,
oh the victories claimed before they are won,
where fingers empowered with arrogance
decide they can treat fate as a puppet.

But God has so many strings
hidden from our view
tied to our lives and so easily yanked
as we stand on a shaking precipice
proudly declaring it can never collapse.

Words of defiance and absolutes
boast the concrete foundations
of our lusts,
nature a trickster
often used by the Lord
to achieve what we claimed
couldn’t be done.

Of elements we never tame,
yet treat as predictable,
His finger stirs such rude awakenings,
so even an insect can topple a mountain
if manipulated by a divine hand.

Regardless the pages of man
written in head scratching episodes
mortal thought still clings to notion
tomorrow will never have any stories
with heaven’s ghost writer
penning another surprise ending.