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Hand of Destiny
by Stephen Watson
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The skeletal hand of destiny chalks another
Mark; another year on the blackboard of 
Her life; one more year of crushed dreams.

This slave girl will not celebrate today. 

Any joyous feelings in this world were long 
Ago depleted by the incessant drip of domestic
Drudgery and servitude to her Roman owners. 

Pulling the newest batch of bread from
The flames of her oven; her face a sea of sweat, 
She stares out of the misted window and
Sighs again in silent despair. 

As the noble young couple stroll by, entranced in 
Each other’s eyes; 

Even the warmth of love is denied to this girl.
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August 29, 2020
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Comment You set out to make this slave-girl's life a complete hell, posing the absence of a good God in the last line. In real life, she would have been a cheerful little soul, as has been my experience of poor people in India, because it would owe to her indomitable spirit for the joy of living each day.

Richard Ashby
09/10/2020 06:42 AM




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