Fate - Percy Faith

I sat down, feeling desolated, bowed my head and crossed my knees--

Is fortune really predicated upon such tiny turns as these?

Then Fate’s a thing without a head.

A puzzle never understood,

and man proceeds where he is led,

unguaranteed of bad or good.

Fate!

Fate can be a trap in our path,

The bitter cup of your tears,

Your wine of wrath!

Fate can be shade of the desert blaze,

Sudden food in a famine found,

The sound of praise!

Incomprehensible and strange,

Fate can play a trick with the twine

To weave the evil and good

In one design!

And so, my Destiny,

I look at you and cannot see

Is it good, is it ill?

Am I blessed, am I cursed?

Is it honey on my tongue or brine?

What fate, what fate is mine?