Those who will the fates guide

Those who will the fates guide;
those who won't the fates drag.

So is written on the gate of time,
a wisdom sourced in ancient mind,
a truth which we reject and so deny
that makes the truth so hard to find.
Resisting that which calls us on,
repressing that which is eternal song,
reviling that which speaks of soul;
spitting dust as we are dragged along.
Pretending that it is unknown,
no matter that the signs  have sowed,
and symbols mark the path we follow;
guideposts  marking what is shown.
We turn away from what is so clear,
choosing   myriad doubts and fears,
when to hold the hands of life and fate;
makes us partners in what God creates.