The Hand Of Fate Poem by Stephen Olufemi Omolara

When a man breaks a promise, let not your heart grow heavy—
He is but a traveler, guided by forces he cannot command.
How can he anchor your fate,
When his own sails drift upon uncertain winds?

If your destiny leans on the shoulders of men,
Whose steps are lit only moment by moment,
Then prepare for detours shaped by shadows and silence.

Be not ashamed of your disappointment
We are all pieces on a grand, unseen board,
Moved not by will alone, but by the quiet hands of fate.