Ah, there's the rub, eh?
The hubris of the know-it-all mind
that deludes itself into thinking
"if one knows, why one can manage"
and if we were all experts
life as we know it
wouldn't quite creep up on us
with such malicious surprise.
Raindrops are nicely contained
in a new copper rain gutter
but comes a deluge and unforeseen storm,
those gutters fly right off the house.
Malicious surprises await us
and there is nothing we can do about it.
No planning can prepare us
No people can protect us.
We must, like Job, throw our hands
heavenward and say,
'tho He slay me, yet will I trust him."
And leave the rest to God.
linking with dVerse Pub for Open Link 117 (wow!) where poets provide words beyond words...