Hand Of Destiny Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Hold me with those hands of faith
Let me feel the touch
Striving for the future
In pure expectation of what posterity holds
Toiling never in futility
In this vain world of mortality
Where mortals clamor for life
And the immortals resting on the veranda of life's given
Looking upon the dance of humans with a breath of deep sigh
Who stir upon the wings of the wind
With tears of pain and turmoil, yet
Never giving up the belief
Driven by the strength of determination
To climb that throne of success by the hand of destiny.