We Are What We Think (Sonnet #255) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Our destiny is not written in the stars,
We are what we think, vibes stem from within,
Should lovely Venus trine or square fiery Mars
Karma says her last word, we lose or win.

We are created at God's image,
We are a microcosm of the macrocosm,
I'd rather rely on my will and courage
For sweat pays off however the sky's eyes roam.

A foe to astrology I am not,
An addict once, its grip had hold of me,
What are the stars compared to the will of God?
Faith, self-knowledge I seek, and that honors me.

I now find solace when I knock on God's door
Blessed I'll be, should planets make love or war.

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