He speaks, yet does not steer my hands,
Nor binds my feet in heavy bands.
His wisdom charts the course of light,
Yet leaves me choosing dark or bright.
No puppet strings—my will is free,
Yet woven through eternity.
He knows the paths my steps may take,
Yet bids me walk for my own sake.
He shapes, He calls, He draws, He warns,
He mends the hearts the world has torn.
But never does His hand decree
The wickedness that grieves the free.
The blame is ours; the grace is His,
Redeeming all that sin unpins.
And through the chaos, through the strife,
His love still works, restoring life.
God Allows
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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal
Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.
Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.
Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.
Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.
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