Mortals

Mere mortals,
That's what we are.
No control whatsoever
On the minutest detail
Of our whole complex life.

Plans we make,
Crushed to meaningless dust
Without the Divine touch.
No matter how well laid out;
The tiniest pea of plans.

So we pray,
And pray some more,
And then again we pray.
Never wavering in the belief;
We will rise on His strength.